I don’t care about making generalizations about my oppressors, especially not if they are backed up by studies, experiences, and hundreds of years of history which I am not going to cite for your lazy ass every time I choose to make said generalizations because go fucking google it god damn.
If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).
Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!
Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.— Glosswatch, Almost Famous, real women, and the normalisation of self-hate. (via nextyearsgirl)
i have no idea what makes people think kinks/fetishes are just biologically hardwired and not up for questioning. it’s not even skin color based, or sex based, it’s just a bunch of learned behaviors likely influenced by society. one woman said she gave up a certain kink because it was toxic,and some dude tried to say she was naturally that way so there was no reason for her to change. it’s weird.
It is so infuriating that a dude would say that - but how typical and predictable that one would.
If you agree with biological males without body dysphoria identifying as women then you might as well agree with white people identifying as black, able-bodied people identifying as disabled, rich people identifying as poor. That’s the level of your logic.