Why do men?

I'm honestly tired

I am just coming off a post that was talking about the fact that some clothes give you confidence is a lie.

Now the title was a huge red flag, but my first mistake was assuming it was a woman (I assume every post is by a woman until proven otherwise).

My body has this thing while I’m mid-assumption. I get increasingly uncomfortable while reading. Like something just rubs me wrong intuitively though I don’t know what it is.

So, this person while, critiquing women’s dressing, added images of different women from the internet in like gym clothes and stuff, none of their faces blurred. I decided to comment about that and when redirected to the comment section (I was using my laptop), I saw his display pic.

A man.

Of course.

The comment section? Incels. Disgusting ones too.

I saw a comment that said, and I kid you not this is verbatim:

My man, have you been to a gym lately. The women dress in lingerie and perform all sorts of gymnastic erotica with spread legs and derrières pointed to the sky…and you’re not supposed to look…because that would make them uncomfortable! 😂

Stupidest thing ever.

Apparently, exercise, yoga and pilates is erotica.

Do men ever consider the fact that they consume waaayy too much porn and in turn see it everywhere they look?

WHAT IS EROTIC ABOUT STRETCHING?

I’m so upset.

This is why I barely read on my laptop. Cause for some reason I see more American notes when on Substack web than when I use the app on my phone. And majority of what I read are things that intrigue me from my feed.

My last incel read was from my laptop too. That one was from one dumbass pervert trying to justify pedophilia. The waste of space really had the balls to make a whole ass post about how age and maturity don’t go hand in hand and how girls be looking older than their age so it’s not men’s fault if they get with these young girls.

And guess what? Fellow perverts were agreeing.

These were fathers, brothers, HUSBANDS.

OH, I HATE MEN.

Wait, let me show you another comment from that stupid clothes post

5 years ago; in the airport.

40+ woman, waaaay past her prime, standing at the gate with her tween daughter; both wearing “yoga pants” and sporting camel toes. I am thinking skipping breakfast was the best idea I will have all day.

Woman sees me and says: “She’s only 13, mister”. So I say “I see that, ma’am. So why did you dress her like a street walker?”

She frantically looks left and right, waiting for someone to back her up…nothing but stone faced silence.

Two hours later, de-planing, I see she has wrapped a sweatshirt around the daughter’s waist.

Felt like flying home because my work was done.

Imagine feeling proud that you sexualized a child.

I get the modest dressing thing. I get there’s a time and place. What I don’t get is sexualizing in the guise of ‘helping’.

Why you would call someone names, a whore and such, and say you’re gently critiquing their dressing choices.

Let me set the scene: I’m at the store, minding my business, when a young woman, dressed like Kylie Jenner, catwalks in like she’s the star of her own music video. Confidence radiating—until she catches sight of me.

Suddenly, she starts adjusting her outfit, pulling at the edges, trying to cover up as much as she can… like I'M the one doing something to HER. It’s like watching someone realize, in real-time, that their ‘confidence’ has limits.

(The Lie of Confidence: Why Dressing Like a Whore Isn’t Empowerment)

When I thought this was a slightly older lady, my thought was that, oh maybe you were leering at them and clearly judging them, which is where the self-consciousness came from.

After realizing these are a man’s words, my thoughts are maybe they could see you staring like they were some piece of prime meat. Because with a thought process like this, will you say I’m wrong?

Once again, I’m not saying that I don’t believe in time and place with dressing, because I do, but the phrasing of his words scream ill-intent.

It screams if you don’t want me to leer at you then dress better.

It screams if they rape you, it’s cause your outfit made them to.

And I will never support that.

Today, I read a newsletter of a lady who was terrified of men. Every man she saw on the street. The male members of her family. She looked at everyone like they were out to rape or kill her. She couldn’t trust a man.

And I couldn’t blame her.

We’ve seen the rate of femicide around the world. The grandfather’s raping their granddaughters, the husbands killing their wives.

Everyday, I ask myself why I still trust men.

Wow, ranting helps to tame my temper.

This same today, I read a newsletter by a lady that said we don’t hate men enough. I quarter disagreed with the post because misandry doesn’t cancel out misogyny but I mostly agreed because if we fed into female rage a bit more then maybe, just maybe more men would act right.

I don’t want women to appease men. I don’t want us to laugh at their misogynistic jokes, silence ourselves when they weaponize their mental health, apologize for our tone, or attack other women in the name of feminism. I don’t want women to accept the mediocrity anymore.

I want women to be meaner. Our kindness in the face of oppression is not working and isn’t a determining factor in our worthiness of liberation. Any man who expects feminism to be kind isn’t a man who is interested in women being fully autonomous human beings. I want women to seek more than not shaving or forgoing makeup. I would love to see feminism mean more than choosing to be a patriarchy princess in bedazzled shackles. I want us all to analyze the intricacies of the patriarchy and actively seek out women’s history from all cultures, then I want us to be fucking pissed about it.

(i want women to be meaner)

Honestly. I’m tired. I’m sick and tired.

I’m not even angry anymore. I just want to cuddle with a good book and forget I ever saw that post.