23. Knowing that if you ever have some sort of internal injury you’ll probably just assume its period pain, and just sit as home dying waiting for it to pass. Or worse, your doctor will tell you that’s what it is because you’re just a silly little woman who doesn’t understand pain. 24. Being told to smile (by men and women) is super annoying. Just because I’m not over here grinning 24/7 doesn’t mean I’m unhappy. 25. The constant mental gymnastics that goes on for a lot of us when we talk. We want to make sure we are being confident (attractive! persuasive!) and assertive (if you’re a doormat, it’s your own fault if people step on you!) while not being seen as pushy, shrill, aggressive, or just “bitch be crazy.” If you don’t hit the sweet spot just right, then not getting what you need, or not getting your point across, is just your own fault. Fuck it can be complicated. 26. I’m a night owl. And I love fog and nature. I would love to go walking at night in the city, especially when it’s foggy. And I’d love to just walk through the forest somewhere. But I always have to worry about being mugged or worse. So at night, I stay home. If it’s foggy, I enjoy it from my window. And if I want to go to a forest or elsewhere out in nature, I ask a guy to go with me and hope he’ll be up for it. Sucks. 27. That we have no control over what our labia look like, and that we are so fucking DONE with guys going on and on about how gross anything that doesn’t look like perfectly tiny and pink porn star labia is. Also, the “roasties” bullshit and how our labia are somehow an indicator of how much sex we’ve had. Newsflash, that ain’t how it works. You can be a porn star with tiny pink labia or a virgin with very prominent brown labia. We get what we get and short of surgery, which we are generally not inclined to get to conform to your standards, there is jack shit that we can do about it.
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