by Jacinta Nandi
We let men be anything, or everything, they want. And women, or girls? We are allowed nothing, NOTHING. There is NOTHING we are allowed to be, and I have scientific evidence for this.
I actually teach for a living, English to unemployed German students. At first glance, Germans aren’t quite as misogynistic as British people, their language is moderate, fair, kind. But the reality is that their hatred of women is, underneath, just as pronounced.
I taught a lesson once on ”Celebrity Gossip.” As an experiment, I wrote the words “CELEBRITIES WE LOVE TO HATE” on the board, and collected names. Women’s names tumbled out of my students’ mouths like drunken sluts out of a taxi. Verona Pooth, Paris Hilton. Madonna. Jordan. Posh Spice. Amy Winehouse, Lindsay Lohan, Heidi Klum. Kylie. Dannii. Desiree Nick. Charlotte Roche. Sonja Krauss.
“Oh, what’s her name again?”
“Oh, what was the name of that girl again, the one who…?”
“Oh, shit, I’ve forgotten her name!”
“Oh, I can’t exactly remember what her name was, the girl who….”
“Oh, she’s annoying.”
“Oh, she’s totally annoying!”
“Oh, how annoying is she?”
“If I could only remember her name…..”
Do you know who the first man was, the first man they mentioned, after multitudes, thousands, MILLIONS of silly slutty women with too much make-up and not enough clothes on?
GEORGE W. FUCKING BUSH.
THAT IS HOW BAD A MAN HAS TO BE, TO BE AS BAD AS A MILLION SLUTS WITH TACKY TASTE IN EYELINER AND BIKINIS. He has to actually destroy two fucking countries and almost destroy the whole fucking world.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying those girls aren’t silly sluts. As much as the word slut exists, that’s what they are, probably. PROBABLY. They should go and put some fucking knickers, on, alright? No, ALL I am saying is that those stupid silly girls haven’t killed one poor bastard between the whole slutty lot of them. They couldn’t have. They were too busy putting lip-gloss on and puking up their fucking dinner.
This is what we do to women, this is all we allow them to be. We allow them to be nothing – nothing with eyeliner on, cunts with legs. We allow men to be everything, all they can be. We allow women to be nothing, and we promise them, that if they reduce themselves enough, at some point we’ll forgive them. Reduce your thighs, scrape out your pussy, pump up your forehead with poison and maybe at some point you’ll look so dead we’ll forgive you for having had the audacity to be born a woman……
So, I know a boy who fucks around. Maybe he fucks three girls a week, maybe less. Probably less, a lot less. But he would. You know. He also does dangerous stuff with fireworks, and drinks so much, takes so many drugs he has to throw up, or get hospitalized. He throws glass around, he carves up people’s bookcases while they’re asleep. He breaks plates. He’s kind of dangerous, and totally free.
Now when I got together with my boyfriend, my new mum-in-law didn’t like me. Not one bit. Well, I have a kid, and no husband, a lot of people’s mums wouldn’t like me, probably. But the thing with my boyfriend’s mum is, she was also a single mum when he was growing up. She had two kids by two different men and she survived, she was okay. If anyone’s mum was gonna like me, then his. And she didn’t.
“You’d think she’d like me,” I said to The Dangerous Boy. “I mean, she did have two kids to two different men. I’m only on my first. If anyone’s gonna accept me as a daughter-in-law, then her.”
“Oh, come on,” he replied.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Come on, Jacinta,” he said.
“What do you mean, come on?”
“I think anyone can understand - anyone can understand – that a mother is going to worry, when her son falls in love, with someone who already has kids. Anyone could understand that. It’s totally understandable.”
This is what we do – we let men throw fireworks in people’s faces, start wars, commit rape – but we don’t let women be. A woman isn’t allowed to be Jordan. She isn’t allowed to be Posh Spice. She isn’t allowed to be thin, pretty, drunk, clever, stupid, crazy, fat, intelligent. She isn’t allowed to have purple hair, she isn’t allowed to fall over. We print pictures of women in magazines with circles around their cellulite and arrows pointing to them. What we really want is these women dead. What we really want is to burn Paris Hilton, maybe to rape her first but then to burn her, burn her like a fucking witch.
Of course it has to be this which frees us, as women, in the end. We will never please any of them, we will never be accepted, because they will never let us be. That means all we can say is: FUCK OFF. That’s all Jordan can say, all Posh Spice can say.
FUCK OFF, I have facial hair.
FUCK OFF, I have cellulite.
FUCK OFF, I have saggy boobs.
FUCK OFF, I have dandruff.
FUCK OFF I AM A WOMAN. Here is my cunt – let me drip period blood all over your forehead.
I am a bitch – slut – cunt – girl – feminist – woman. This is all I ever will and can be. I don’t give a shit what youse think because YOU WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED.
NOW JUST LET ME BE
