Finding Fantastic Females in Film ain’t Free

I know I haven’t been around in a while, but I feel so angry right now, that I really need to write this post.

I am not a feminist. I don’t consider myself on the feminism wagon. I believe in equality and move on with my life. There are bigger fish to fry, in this unbelievably backwards world of ours.

But as usual, I digress.

What truly angers me, nay infuriates me, is how often I turn on the television and watch gender stereotypes get drummed up to a level of infinity and beyond. I’m not saying that I want to dissolve what members of each particular sex might enjoy. That’s not my point.

My point is that, in the vast majority of film and media, the girl onscreen does specific things that make her a girl, assuming that aforementioned female is heterosexual and, for the sake of an exclusion of a colorfully graphic description I’d really like to use in this case, normal.

There are girls who are systematically being left out; the girls who don’t like make-up, or know anything about fashion, or lack any other subsequent thing you can think of that is attributed in general to the female gender.

I’m sitting here watching TV, and I can’t even remotely identify with any of the female characters, and the sad part is, I am not a special snowflake. There are tons of other girls just like me, who don’t really see themselves represented and are instead pressured to conform to expectations and realities shoved down our goddamn throats since pink was forced on us upon exit from the womb.

Because in Hollywood, you see, that’s what pays. Sex sells. Sweatpants are icky. Icky Thump, don’t you know?

I’m not trying to be different or special. Most of us aren’t. We’re just trying to live our lives, and it’s really depressing, growing up feeling different because everyone who’s anyone is telling you that you are.

It kills our individuality. I survived because I’m a hardheaded, stubborn, somewhat dead-inside bitch who revels in her disgusting self-proclaimed uniqueness.

Or perhaps I just don’t live in the same world other people do.

Yeah, I’m crazy.

That’s why I’m on the road to being a psychologist.

Except I might actually need the drugs.

You’re welcome, world.

How to dematerialize entirely in an irreversible fashion

This is where I stand alone
I’ve nowhere else that I can go
My deepest and my darkest fears
Are choking me with absent tears
The shadows wrap around me tight
I have no will to stand and fight
My blood had yet to run so cold
I have no heart, my soul’s been sold
To pay the price I can’t be sure
For what I’ve done there is no cure
We never meant to go this far
Addiction’s where the helpless are
If I ever disappear
My name is all you’ll ever hear
My silent whispers make no sound
But they encase you all around
This terror will be nothing new
My words will never ring so true
I win I lose I’m here I’m gone
They’ll call my name from dusk til dawn
My body’s slowly going numb
And when I go you’ll surely come
This is where our souls are drawn
They’ll leave us here, both dead and gone