In the bag on the table, you will find a t-shirt and a lanyard. Show everyone your pride in the mission, and rally support among the working class! For every person you sign up, there will be a reward. We have plenty of bullets and their are billionaires to spare, so get shooting today!
Your dues will go to buy bullets, organize cleansings, and reward the avengers. This is a unique opportunity in history. Take the bull-et by the horn, and rejoice in your membership today! Your name will go down in American history, and your great-great-grandchildren will tell your story.
Don't miss out on this opportunity! It may only come once.
❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Oh he was a worthy pick to earn the #1 spot! I have my short list and pr@ct1ce every day. I'm one terminal diagnosis from launch.
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ReplyDeleteYou see her on television, the thin blond woman in her late fifties trying to look young with her careful facial augmentations, selling what she calls miracle shapewear; a rage climbs up your chest as you’re reminded of the empire she built along with the reconstruction of women’s bodies. This rage slings its corded arms around the fury that’s been quietly building inside you since you were old enough to compare another woman’s body to yours. Since you pored through fashion magazines seeking answers to how you should look and dress and act. Since you learned that your female body had power, but the greater power lay in how you show it to the world. You learn that it’s wrong to be fat. It’s wrong to be imperfect. It’s wrong to have hair in certain places but not others. It’s wrong, God forbid, to smell like anything natural, unless that’s tidy florals percolated in chemistry labs. There are whole industries devoted to what your mother’s generation called foundation garments: powerfully elasticized contraptions designed to shape and mold you into somebody else’s idea of what the female form should look like. They say it’s to improve the lines of your clothes, but that’s a big fat lie, like the many big fat lies you would soon learn. It’s to control your power. And god forbid you should have power, because you might rise up and make the men feel unmanly. So they want you contained and proportioned.
ReplyDeleteThey want you smaller here, bigger here. From much older women you hear stories of punishments that happened should a girl attend school without a girdle. That a teacher could smack you on the butt to check. Then send you home with a note. Take your daughter shopping for foundation garments. Girdles. Training bras. Not having anything to do with training your breasts but to train you into believing that you should never leave the house without your double holster on, and you might as well get used to it.
More insidious than the attempt to control is to get us to believe that this is something we want. Something we need. Something we crave. Something we’d spend all our disposable income on. Makeup to cover imperfections, shapeware (the new term for foundations garments) to reform your body into someone else’s idea of female perfection, a billion products to make us think we’re younger and more alluring.
When in history have women been allowed to step out in public unadorned? No. Not allowed, exactly. But shamed into believing that as a women this is what you should and want to do.
And then you know why you’re angry at this woman on the television, and why it’s actually a misplaced kind of rage. She didn’t start the fire, as they say. But she threw a whole heap of kindling on the conflagration. At the very least, you trick yourself in to believing that she’s clever because she’s learned how to make a fortune off our manufactured insecurities, and in a twisted way she’s taken back her power for all of us, even men who want to practice a little shapeshifting of their own. And worse. You’re wondering how much one of those garments costs, and where you can find one.