stop giving me a complex, world!

Whenever I say something about the whole "women are supposed to be pretty and valued for their bodies" thing, at least one person has to respond in all positive, sweet & loving intent...

"Don't worry! You are pretty!"

Gah. Okay, I admit I am. Shut up, okay? That is almost never my point. I mean that we need to stop valuing women so much as pretty physical objects - versus all our other fine qualities, for which men are often valued more (not that they aren't also evaluated on appearance; it's just not as central). And, in fact, the need to reassure me of my value attractiveness kinda proves the point, doesn't it?

Also, when people insist on reassuring me that I'm pretty when that's not what I'm talking about, I assume that they also kinda mean I'm not - since they jump so quickly to that assumption.

Ahem. So, really, what I mean is never tell a feminist she's pretty. We're all such sourpusses and incapable of lightening up, you know. I know cause people on Big Fat Blog told me so. Not that I'm bitter or anything.