I hate how a majority believe that when a girl’s silent she’s

falling apart

crying inside

over thinking

ect

but

maybe

she’s just picturing porn in her head

(via hotboyproblems)

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Woman is:

—-kicking strongly in your mother’s womb, upon which she is told, “It must be a boy, if it’s so active!”

—-being tagged with a pink beaded bracelet thirty seconds after you are born, and wrapped in pink blankets five minutes thereafter.

—-being confined to the Doll Corner in nursery school when you are really fascinated by Tinker Toys.

—-wanting to wear overalls instead of “frocks.”

—-learning to detest the words “dainty” and “cute. “

—-being labeled a tomboy when all you wanted to do was climb that tree to look out and see a distance.

—-learning to sit with your legs crossed, even when your feet can’t touch the floor yet.

—-hating boys—because they’re allowed to do things you want to do but are forbidden to—and being told hating boys is a phase.

—-learning that something you do is “naughty,” but when your brother does the same thing, it’s “spunky.”

—-wondering why your father gets mad now and then, but your mother mostly sighs a lot.

—-seeing grownups chuckle when you say you want to be an engineer or doctor when you grow up—and learning to say you want to be a mommy or a nurse, instead.

—-wanting to shave your legs at twelve and being agonized because your mother won’t let you.

—-being agonized at fourteen because you finally have shaved your legs, and your flesh is on fire.

—-being told nothing whatsoever about menstruation, so that you think you are bleeding to death with your first period, or:

—-being told all about it in advance by kids at school who titter and make it clear the whole thing is dirty, or:

—-being prepared for it by your mother, who carefully reiterates that it isn’t dirty, all the while talking just above a whisper, and referring to it as the “curse,” “being sick,” or “falling off the roof.”

—-feeling proud of and disgusted by your own body, for the first, but not last, time.

—-dreading summertime because more of your body with its imperfections will be seen—and judged.

—-liking math or history a lot and getting hints that boys are turned off by smart girls.

—-getting hints that other girls are turned off by smart girls.

—-finally getting turned off by smart girls, unconsciously dropping back, lousing up your marks, and being liked by the other kids at last.

—-having an intense crush on another girl or on a woman teacher and learning that that’s unspeakable.

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- Excerpt, "Barbarous Rituals," in Sisterhood is Powerful. (via yellowboxturtle)

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