peoples,peoples,peoples vol. 2

Woman are interesting creatures. Enslaved from birth to fit a pattern of pleasing and neediness. Makeup, hair, clothes are all training for womanhood. Looks are paramount. There are no fat princesses. There are no all natural queens. We are taught to aspire for the white dress and the white picket fence and the white horses to draw the white carriage that takes us to our sparkling white kingdom. Love is submission. So we are taught to be selfish and nuturing, superficial and doting, beauty queens and doormats. No wonder we are so fucked in the head by the time we are teenagers. We prance around being cute, hoping your perfume will scent mens dreams, hoping the 2 hours we spent getting ready will convince every man we see that we are the Cinderella, the Snow White. Most however are Pinnochio's. Manipulating through sex and guilt trips and image and lies. If we are skinny, we are beautiful, unless we are flat chested, then we have surgeries, self mutilation to create a bigger badder legend that could never hold water if the conversation passes 15 minutes in length. We are taught to want to be wanted, we are taught to need to be needed, and we are taught to take more shit then we can just so that we can be the demure little Barbie fantasy for all the Ken's out there. Then they teach the men that skinny is beautiful, big boobs are beautiful, long legs are beautiful. Slutty outfits are a must until the vows have been said then it's house dresses and aprons from then on. Perhaps it not as bad as all this anymore, perhaps it's even worse but much like anything else all these truths are self perpetuated.