Flashback Friday, a column on feminist notions...
There is something about being in a relationship for a long time. The other person really gets to know your ickynesses. And they stay. That really gives you faith in the relationship, really makes you feel that it is strong enough to handle everything. If you have screamed, hit, puked, peed, done it all in front of this one person, and they still didn't run, then it must mean something. It must mean that they really like you, that you are not all that bad, that you have the skills to make it work, that you have stamina, that you can cut it, that you are not a loser, that you... And she is just as extraordinary, she has the skills, the stamina...
But now look at Donald Trump (he's just the most perverse example of this pervasive phenomenon), he couldn't love or respect anyone if he tried. He hops from woman to woman, wife to wife, I don't think they even like him. Eeeugh. Who could? He doesn't want a woman at his side, he wants a ham, a pretty ham. He's being serviced, not loved. What kind of a man prefers servicing to love? And the women? If they just want their services paid for, if they think so little of themselves that they want what he is offering - they are not the whole selves that they can be - and he wants them like that.
Why does he want a woman like that? This is a rhetorical question. I have made up my mind why. Have you?
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Cinnamon Gurl sparked this off. Thanks. Each week the Flashback Friday: Feminist Edition will feature a story that has something to do with being or becoming a woman or feminist. This series will continue until I run out of stories. I love having guest bloggers. If you have a story you want to tell and you want to be a guest blogger here, please email me; or feel free to link to your own story in the comments.
There is something about being in a relationship for a long time. The other person really gets to know your ickynesses. And they stay. That really gives you faith in the relationship, really makes you feel that it is strong enough to handle everything. If you have screamed, hit, puked, peed, done it all in front of this one person, and they still didn't run, then it must mean something. It must mean that they really like you, that you are not all that bad, that you have the skills to make it work, that you have stamina, that you can cut it, that you are not a loser, that you... And she is just as extraordinary, she has the skills, the stamina...
But now look at Donald Trump (he's just the most perverse example of this pervasive phenomenon), he couldn't love or respect anyone if he tried. He hops from woman to woman, wife to wife, I don't think they even like him. Eeeugh. Who could? He doesn't want a woman at his side, he wants a ham, a pretty ham. He's being serviced, not loved. What kind of a man prefers servicing to love? And the women? If they just want their services paid for, if they think so little of themselves that they want what he is offering - they are not the whole selves that they can be - and he wants them like that.
Why does he want a woman like that? This is a rhetorical question. I have made up my mind why. Have you?
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Cinnamon Gurl sparked this off. Thanks. Each week the Flashback Friday: Feminist Edition will feature a story that has something to do with being or becoming a woman or feminist. This series will continue until I run out of stories. I love having guest bloggers. If you have a story you want to tell and you want to be a guest blogger here, please email me; or feel free to link to your own story in the comments.
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