At BC-HF we have been trying our damnedest to surmount one of the biggest obstacles afflicting our lives - our hatred of our fellow womenfolk. We know for a fact that we are not alone in this battle either - we truly believe it affects all women.
They say that young women are intimidated by older women, and older by the younger, but it seems to me that I become most aggressive around women of my own generation. Every time HF and BC enter a bar or art show, we have to pump ourselves up to no avail, because the nervous energy within us abounds, and what we fear the most in those situations are the ladies, especially the pretty ones. What is awful is that we constantly look for attributes in the women around us to demean them, fatal flaws that will make us feel better about ourselves. It is a horrendous and instantaneous thought process, yet ashamed as we are, we simply can't stop. I can't even convey the level of burning fury that arises in me when I see a girl flirting with someone, giggling, or even just wearing enviable clothing. The more of our own interests fellow women seem to express, the worse we feel about them. In our heads there is a thoroughly rehearsed repertoire of demeaning things to mutter and think about these women, most of whom are undoubtedly thinking the same things about us. Many women who we now think of amiably we once had a seething hatred towards on first encountering them.
And yet how many long hours have we spent fawning over old pin ups, or studying fashion magazines looking for women whose beauty we aspire to emulate? Countless are the times we have remarked on the sheer natural beauty of the female form, or scorned men who put women down, while we are even worse than they are.
It seems to have started at day one. Even in kindergarten there is an instant identification of who the prettiest girl in the class is, and by middle school things escalate into extremely dangerous circumstances. My best friend in elementary school was hospitalized at the age of ten for anorexia, and she maintains the disease to this day, and I attribute it to intense female beauty-bullying. Girls from the start display tendencies far more wicked and vindictive than those of the opposite gender. It seems the fairer sex does not posses the charm and gentility that it boasts. Whether this has always been the case, we aren't sure, but for years there are folktales involving wicked tricksy women, and even sailors refer to the furious roiling ocean as a "she."
Once, we were feminists, but now the tables have turned. In our few relations with transsexuals, we have noticed some interesting effects. Men who begin taking estrogen not only achieve the desired results of higher voices and softer skin, but they also begin to become more readily emotional and flighty, whereas women who take testosterone become very logic-based thinkers with more aggression and heightened libidos. This would suggest that the stereotype of women being "womany" and the weaker sex might hold more purchase than we one thought.
Sometimes bitches and hoes just are. Over the last decade TV and those in charge of it have been making bazillions of dollars off of women being themselves - skanks and wretches. The more hair-pulling and finger-waving, the higher the ratings. This is not exclusive to reality televison, either. Even fictional female characters possess all the obnoxious characteristics of a harpy.
Stop fidgeting with your hair, Kristen Stewart, it gives off negative social vibes, my psychology teacher said so.
As mentioned before, VH1 and other networks of that ilk make millions of dollars a year off of women being stereotypically loud, bitchy, and out of control. Take the show Charm School, for instance, which sets out to reward good behavior but in the process giving a number of women plenty of red bulltini-fueled shrewish raves. It is based on shows like these that BC/HF has developed the hypothesis that one can contract herpes merely by sitting on the lawns of the VH1 sets.
The internet has given even more power to women who want to flaunt their wares. Countless videos and pictures are available online of girls - young and old - posing, pouting, and exhibiting themselves in ways we can only assume they find appealing. In the thousands they come, with pictures taken in front of the bathroom mirror, with no attempt to remove the obvious air of self-documentation, or even tidy up the space. Here at BC-HF, we failed out of many art schools several times, so we know all about attention to detail, and from a sexual standpoint, I don't want to sleep with somebody when their bathroom counter is littered with bloody tissues and the like.
Of course we hate this rich bitch.
With the growing accessibility of technology, pop stars such as Ke$ha have their music in the ears of young children the world over. I walked in one day to my 12-year old sister and her best friend practicing their choreography to Ke$ha's "Tik Tok," a veritable salute to binge drinking, a number which the girls planned to perform at the school talent show. My mother sat feet away, oblivious. My sister and her generation feed off the Disney Channel like piranhas and are always engrossed in teeny-bopper sitcoms with mindless and identical female characters. As a result, their concept of the world and people's emotions is fatally warped.
Another shameful thing women have latched onto lately is the notion of homosexuality for the sake of fashion. I cannot count the number of prissy contemporaries of mine who, in highschool, went gay for a while in order to stay hip to the trends. Many of them have now been made pregnant at least once by very bulky red-faced heterosexual men. VH1's "Double Shot at Love" starring the appropriately dubbed "Icky Twins" illustrated this fad even more than it's preceding "Shot at Love" with Tila Tequila (now married to Tom Green). On the show, equally numbered groups of men and women participate in demeaning challenges and make-out sessions with the Twins, in hopes of being crowned winner...of the twins? The exercises included eating icing off of mannequins, fashion shows in sexy animal costumes that they felt best expressed themselves, body shots and so on.
Over the past few decades, Fashion Icon Amanda Lepore has transformed herself into a fully realized idyllic plasticine woman. Make no mistake, BC-HF is 100% supportive of people's descicions to fullfil their expressions of identity and have never had any problem with gay, bi, gender-queer, transvestite, or transexual peoples. Amanda Lepore, however, is a bit of an outrage, namely because she makes a trashy scummy women, and acts rather like the other young stars of Hollywood.
I would hazard a guess that the most readily hated woman in America is Sarah Palin. There is a lavish diatribe I could go into about this vapid beautyqueen, but I would be preaching to the choir, I recon.
Our compatriots over at AntiDuckface have devoted their time to on of the many subsets of girls abusing the internet, and that is the common Duckface.
This is Chris Lilley's highly accurate interpretation of Schoolgirls, he himself portraying he character of "J'Amie", center - the only one without a "skank" emblem.
One of the few women in the popular media who we can even tolerate is singer/songwriter Marina, of Marina and the Diamonds. Above is her song "Girls," describing just the same bubbling rage as our own towards the lasses.
They say that young women are intimidated by older women, and older by the younger, but it seems to me that I become most aggressive around women of my own generation. Every time HF and BC enter a bar or art show, we have to pump ourselves up to no avail, because the nervous energy within us abounds, and what we fear the most in those situations are the ladies, especially the pretty ones. What is awful is that we constantly look for attributes in the women around us to demean them, fatal flaws that will make us feel better about ourselves. It is a horrendous and instantaneous thought process, yet ashamed as we are, we simply can't stop. I can't even convey the level of burning fury that arises in me when I see a girl flirting with someone, giggling, or even just wearing enviable clothing. The more of our own interests fellow women seem to express, the worse we feel about them. In our heads there is a thoroughly rehearsed repertoire of demeaning things to mutter and think about these women, most of whom are undoubtedly thinking the same things about us. Many women who we now think of amiably we once had a seething hatred towards on first encountering them.
And yet how many long hours have we spent fawning over old pin ups, or studying fashion magazines looking for women whose beauty we aspire to emulate? Countless are the times we have remarked on the sheer natural beauty of the female form, or scorned men who put women down, while we are even worse than they are.
It seems to have started at day one. Even in kindergarten there is an instant identification of who the prettiest girl in the class is, and by middle school things escalate into extremely dangerous circumstances. My best friend in elementary school was hospitalized at the age of ten for anorexia, and she maintains the disease to this day, and I attribute it to intense female beauty-bullying. Girls from the start display tendencies far more wicked and vindictive than those of the opposite gender. It seems the fairer sex does not posses the charm and gentility that it boasts. Whether this has always been the case, we aren't sure, but for years there are folktales involving wicked tricksy women, and even sailors refer to the furious roiling ocean as a "she."
Our compatriots over at AntiDuckface have devoted their time to on of the many subsets of girls abusing the internet, and that is the common Duckface.
One of the few women in the popular media who we can even tolerate is singer/songwriter Marina, of Marina and the Diamonds. Above is her song "Girls," describing just the same bubbling rage as our own towards the lasses.
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