So as a woman in America, I should be skinny as a 10yo boy, with giant breasts, white flawless (and above all YOUNG) skin. I should want a career, but only until it’s time for children; I should be independent, but desperately want a husband. I should be sexy and hot but not want sex because it’s SINFUL. Of course, it sells cars, so if I can bend over a hood that would be great. If I’m raped, it’s my fault; if I get pregnant, I am required to be a mother; if I’m angry, I’m a bitch; if I’m sad, I’ve got PMS. If I am a mother, I am not allowed to love anything but my children. If I don’t love men, I can’t get married, but I sure can be in porn.
So we either need another wave of feminism, or we need Xanax vending machines.
– Dianne Sylvan [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 via @witchwords auf twitter]
Traurig aber wahr, so scheint’s.