below_the_feminist_movement unhinged but i get my ultimate revenge. i have no problem flaunting my boobs. i happen to think they are one of the nicest parts of my body, especially with the right underwear. my boobs and my eyes always are adorned or unadorned (*shrugs*) prettily. and, for all you raving machoists out there, no i don't get pissed and give a five hour lecture when i catch guys looking either. i just laugh with varying amounts of derision depending on the guy i catch and don't say a word. yes, i conciously put my boobs out there for guys to stare at. and no i don't get pissed if they look. i have used my cleavage for the obvious free drinks and the not so obvious guaranteed b+ in keyboard harmony if the grad_assistant was grading. i think the sole reason i dated the last person i did was he got sucked in by my cleavage the night he met me. it was rather fierce that night, slightly deadly. but i get my revenge when i laugh. guys expect the tirade. they expect the bitching and i know plenty of guys that have trained themselves to conciously look at a girl's face when she talks (although i must admit i find that rather endearing). some guys get embarassed when you laugh at them staring because they feel bad. they were probably only thinking of grabbing them. but the guys that get pissed when i laugh, those are my ultimate revenge. the ones that look at a 'fat girl' like me, are attracted to what i got, and then get pissed when i laugh at them like they are blessing me with the privledge of treating me like a piece of meat. the instant deflation of their threadbare maleness.... i like to live my life below the movement urban_bodhisattva 060711 ... unhinged you can look all you want but you better ask before you touch respect_is_earned 120719 ... epitome of incomprehensibility abstract_association of sorts... my tired self looked at the word "below" in the title, took it literally, read your post, and with that all mixed together thought: That's the same way I feel sometimes about being short. I mean feeling as if I can duck under, shrink away, observe from afar. Sometimes I like this image, sometimes I'm annoyed at myself for liking it because it doesn't seem very feminist or assertive etc. etc. But that's all in my head; 5'2'' is still not invisible. And I guess my breasts are too small to win me favours, but since they seem to be rationally proportioned I have no philosophical disagreements with them :) Corny as it sounds, I think it's great for people to be proud of their bodies... and to me that's feminist or humanist or posthumanist or whatever the cool kids say these days. *yawn sound effect* It's almost 3am here and I'm on another nonsensical blather_binge (link?) Je veux dire, I make no sense. Peace, . 120720 ... epitome of incomprehensibility To clarify: not making a direct comparison with your entry; the only sort-of similarity is me speculating if my thoughts about my looks are feminist or not and if that matters... A mostly irrelevant story! Two years ago on the bus a teenager kept touching my leg. I thought it was accidental at first and ignored it, but then he said "You're really pretty" (I was wearing corduroy pants and a hoodie zipped up to my chin - sexy, not quite?) and he seemed pretty drunk from his breath. I tried to read my book, he tried to put his hand on my thigh again, I moved over - didn't want to get up and lose my seat - and THEN he said: "Can I grab your ass?" Me: "No!" Fair question, fair answer!! He really did say "grab." And some people across from us heard this and started laughing. I was embarrassed, but also half afraid he'd try to follow me home or something. But then things went like this... Me: (ignores, tries to read book) Him: How old are you? Me: 21. Him: 21?? Me: (does not say is almost 22) Uh yes and you're what, 16? Him: (a bit offended) 19. Me: You look like you're 14. Him: (glares at me, gets up and changes seats) And here I was thinking I'd be the one to have to move. Apparently my powers of accidental repulsion are strong... e.g. recently I had a telemarketer hang up on me. Yay? Anyway, the people across from us were entertained. I remember getting off the bus feeling slightly traumatized, but then the whole thing struck me as funny and I laughed helplessly for a good thirty seconds. Not in anyone's face, though. And I went home and wrote about it. Good old days - nothing I've done recently is either funny or noteworthy, so I waste words on dull shit like this. Meh. I must at least try to sleep. 120721 ... unhinged if being a feminist means i have to vote for a republican war mongering capitalist piece of shit just because she has a vagina, i guess i was counted out awhile back 170903 what's it to you? who go blather from