Tuesday, December 30, 2003

Modern female empowerment is a load of crap. I will elaborate:

It gets my blood boiling when I see how girls present themselves because the mall decides to carry nothing but things Madonna in her Like A Virgin-phase would wear: innerwear as out. It's not that I have a problem with what is being worn, but why it is being worn.

Don't wear push-up bras if you aren't looking to attract attention. To paraphrase Dave Chappelle, don't dress like a ho and expect others not to see you as one.

When "body enhancing" duds are worn, it is a way to feel in control of the image being projected, and in essence, of men and what they are allowed to see. But that's buying into the medieval perception of what is, or is not, sexy and exploiting it for your own personal gain. So, how are men even losing out? You're giving them exactly what they want, just more so because suddenly you no longer feel "fat" and "ugly" and are able to enjoy attention from your phalliced neighbours without hiding in a bucket of Haagen-Dazs and KFC. Hence, it is not men, but women's subjective and individual approaches toward the opposite sex that is the driving force behind social fashions and norms.

All this new feminism teaches our generation is that we don't need to make hard choices. We can do it all and have it all. We can dress like a stripper and be taken seriously. We can make men pay for everything and still be a lady. We can wholly rely on a network of hired help and still be called independent. But most importantly, we can be beautiful and smart.

This is a distorted concept because while beauty is biological, intelligence is learned. It is something intangible, unlike what is underneath a surgical scalpel. And like edible panties, it is a mere commodity. Shared by all, unable to be enjoyed alone.

To feel worthy of everything and deny the importance of men is a brash and brassy move. To reap the fruits of separate labour and flaunt double standards with zeal reeks of rhetoric. And to want all the perks of equality without feeling the strain of pursuit is as oxymoronic as "reality TV."

So my point is: the mall is the suckiest suck that ever sucked. But icy fruit concoctions are delish.

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