disgust

What really burns me about the last post is it's demeaning and frankly an annoying bit of effluvia I'd rather not have to deal with. Try to imagine, for a moment, what it would be like to be a woman. I mean, really imagine. Not all it's cracked up to be, is it?

You're expected to make yourself look like you're sexually available; but heavan forbid you should actually go through with it--that'd ruin your reputation. You have to bind yourself up in certain ways just to achieve that look; if you feel good about your body in some clothes then you'd better check with the fashion police before you go out in them. You're looked down on at least as much by the members of your own sex as by the members of the opposite sex when you do act as though you're in charge of your own sexuality.

You're expected to defer to everyone of the opposite sex. You're not allowed to do many things, even though lip service is paid to your ability to do so. There is no way you could ever achieve that which the least of men has achieved, say the eyes of those around you. The penalty for disobeying these societal obligations is far greater than you might imagine. Ostracization is not uncommon for those not willing to conform to the stereotype of subservience, or at least of being less than equal, foisted upon you.

You're objectified, and not in the way you, a man, think is funny or fun. No, here you're treated as less than human, less than a child, just a bit of matter to be leered at and touched and used in any way you chose. Some of this may be hyperbole, but not by much. How would you feel if women were initially interested in you because of the shape of your butt, or the hair on your chest, and they only wanted you to lift heavy objects for them (never mind what you want, that's not important). Like a show horse, your flesh sold at a price commensurate with your looks and your performance, your intrinsic worth ignored or actively suppressed.

Imagine what it would be like to have to pretent you are something other than you are; that you have to pretend to ignore the creepy, greasy, nasty looks of people who wouldn't like you if they met you--wouldn't give you a moment of their time if they didn't like the way you made their crotch twitter. Imagine you went to San Francisco and everybody (male) treated you like dirt until you got calf implants and started working out and exfoliating and people called you "baby" and did everything with an eye to getting in a dick in you. Imagine that besides your holes you're nothing, not any better than the pizza man for all the services you provide.

I call bullshit on all of that. Put yourself in the shoes, hose, skirt, bra, blouse, jewelery, and makeup of a woman for a while and tell me there isn't a hideous hypocrisy afoot.