stomping on flowers
My heart hurts for all the kindhearted and painfully selfless women who second-guess themselves just to be made to feel like shit by their environment, especially their fathers, brothers and partners. Great women have been ruined by them, have been killed by them, have been driven to suicide by them. They’ll look at their mothers, sisters and partners and tell them they’re ugly and worthless, while they contribute absolutely nothing. The ones that had everything given to them scream the loudest. Never had to do dishes because mum and sis will do it; field they’re good in and interested in naturally valued higher than women-dominated fields; paid more for the same work; taken seriously in conversations; being seen as a leader instead of a bitch. People that work three times as hard to just get somewhere threaten these professional victims who go around trying to dim the light of everyone that’s better than them.
They fucked it up when they actually had the most support and the most going for them - insane feat. And now that they can’t effortlessly attain the best and see others surpass them that they were taught to look down upon, they give up completely and just sit at home playing games all day. And instead of doing the masculine thing to snap out of it and get to work, they’re falling for conmen and their bootcamps and 10k coaching sessions. Instead of actually turning their life around, they mask it with empty signifiers of supposed wealth and fake masculinity like getting up at 5am and dunking their face in ice water.
They walk around offering nothing while thinking the world owes them everything. They walk around shaming and insulting people but can’t take it when they’re humbled. They’re too prideful to change or genuinely be taught. The people they hate are the most beautiful, magnetic, inspiring, interesting and unique individuals they have ever seen. If they weren’t, those people would be buried within the masses and not stick out. But they move the miserable men, they scare them, they challenge them. For good reason.
Fuck your fat dad who comments on your weight. Fuck your stupid nazi brother. Fuck your cheating, dishonest, misogynistic boyfriend. Remember the male suicide rate and remember that you will be fine. The people doing this to you are not gods, they’re gremlins. You can do without their skidmarked ass that leaves dishes out and food to mold, that “don’t see the mess”, that keep texting the people you asked them not to contact, who treat you like a maid and child whenever they see it fit and who pretends your interests and hobbies are lesser than theirs. Threaten their little boys club.
Let them throw their stupid little tantrums. Let them eat themselves sick and drink themselves to death and break their hands while punching the walls. Let them live in filth, let them forget the birthdays of their social circle and let them show up without a gift. They don’t wanna be a big boy and go to the doctor? Fine, no checkups or meds. Let them embarrass themselves and drive all their friends away with their racist ideas. Let them lose their jobs over their Valorant addiction. Let them indebt themselves over OF models and Funko Pops. Let them not get sex again because abortion isn’t guaranteed. Let your abusive dad rot. Who cares? No loss for you. Only their loss. Stop trying to correct the train wreck and rescuing them when you get nothing in return and just enable that behavior by prolonging the time until the final epic failure that might motivate them to change.
You can live your life as a highly educated, beautiful, fit, enigmatic and empathetic woman with a good income away from all of that and with people who reciprocate that and want to see the best in you instead of tearing you down for their own benefit. You can meet men that are normal and respectful and not fucking unlovable slobs that drain your energy and wallet.