Oh my god, what is this, a post?
I wrote this rant a while ago and saved it on my desktop to work on later and promptly forgot about it (like I do). I was deleting old stuff off the computer today and found it and decided it may be a little ramble-y, but I don't really care. So I'm posting it anyway.
I saw a picture of a woman with a snake and an apple and started thinking about the story of Adam and Eve. Being raised Catholic, I never really questioned it as a kid. Woman was made of man's rib and some mud? Sure. And God knows that I've felt like mud plenty of times. Must be because I'm a woman. Woman destroyed paradise? Sure. I've felt like I've destroyed things that could have been amazing plenty of times. Must be because I'm a woman. Damn us all for taking after the original mother.
A woman is offered the chance for knowledge and is smitten for wanting to understand the world around her.
And isn't that just the way it always is? A woman wants to go to college and not rot away trapped behind a white picket fence being overrun with her own children, and suddenly she's a radical, a fucking dyke feminist and I bet she's ugly, too. She must be ugly and unable to get a man if she's so desperate that she turns to wanting knowledge. Because despite the fact that in Eden woman was the one who really wanted knowledge and just tricked man into it, now that it's there she's not allowed near it. Men go to college. Men become scientists and scholars. Women in the field are ignored because they're just stupid women and should go make a fucking sandwich.
A woman wants a raise at work because she's been doing the same job for ten years and is sick of watching male newcomers climb the corporate ladder, but she's not allowed to because if you climb a ladder in a skirt someone could look up it. And that's just the way it is, too. If a woman wants rights, if she wants the raise and new position she deserves, she will likely have to be having sex with her boss or at least put up with sexual harassment from everyone around her. And if, heaven forbid, she actually reaches a position where she manages others, she's a goddamn lesbo bitch for daring to exert her authority, while a man in the same position is just obeyed because, well, he's the boss.
Women are made for smiting. To take the blame. If there's something about the female body that men don't understand they'll say it's because some woman way down the line dared to lift her head from the cooking and weaving and sewing and harvesting and tapestries and look around her. You bleed once a month? Having babies is fucking painful? Must be because God is a fucking bastard and decided to punish the female sex for all eternity because one woman fucked up. It's always a woman's fault. A divorce, a baby girl instead of a baby boy, the sex isn't good anymore.
But out if it all, the thing I really hate is what women do to each other. We constantly judge each other, look each other over when we first meet, take in her body and how it compares to ours. If we dislike her she's a fucking crazy-ass slut. She's been with so many men it's like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. Look how fat she is, you can see a fold where her ribs and hips meet. Oh my fucking god, she's such a bitch. Can you believe she's not wearing makeup? Why the hell is she doing that with her hair? Who in their right mind with wear something like that? Could she be more of a slut?
And worse yet: Can you believe she's getting married? What, she just can't define herself without a man and kids in her life? Oh my god, can you believe she's going to be a stay-at-home mom? Way to ruin everything the early feminists fought for. She's so smart, why would she ever want to ruin herself staying at home popping out kids and cooking all day when she could be out in the field?
Want to know the truth? Some women want to stay at home with the kids. Some women want to go to work, and some want to climb the corporate ladder without being harassed. Some women have rape fantasies, but that doesn't mean that it's okay to rape women. Some women want to go to college and learn about everything they can, and some women just want to have a family. Some women want to be men, and some women are men.
I can't believe in a god that would damn all women for the mistake one woman made. I can't believe in a god that's so vengeful, angry, and paranoid. Listen, buddy, you're the one who put the apple tree in the garden with a big sign saying "Don't touch these. No, really, don't touch them. They do stuff. I can't tell you what stuff, though, so just don't touch them. Or else."