the pain and anguish of being forced to live a life that you feel is wrong for you
Me. Every time I read a book, turn on the TV, do a school run, live my life; I am confronted by the reality that women are considered and treated as the inferior half of society, the weaker, less worthy, easily abusable, unimportant, less powerful, poorer, sillier, disposable half of society.
And I'm NOT. No woman is. I look at these men who are running the media, the government, the corporations, the hospitals, academia and the world and I want to scream at them that I am their equal, not their subordinate. That when they were snotty boys, we were the girls who were frequently cleverer and more capable and the only reason they are in these privileged positions of power now isn't because they somehow overtook the girls in brilliance, it's because the other, older boys already in the treehouse threw the rope ladder down for them to climb up but took it away when the girls' turn came. And that is how it will always be, boys letting the rope ladder down for other boys and keeping it out of reach for the girls and telling the world they belong up there and we just can't make it.
How the hell did I end up here? How did we all end up here? I did not see this coming when I was a girl, when all the boys knew I was their equal. This is not how I expected life to work out.
So yeah, I get how I'm being forced to live a life that I feel is wrong for me. And I can't fucking identify my way out of it into a better life because despite what the world is pretending right now, we all know the truth is that I'm in the shit half of society because of my biology, and nothing I change about my identity will convince anyone otherwise.
And the trans-activists who are busy changing their identities and getting to rewrite the script of MY LIFE are so successful in doing this purely because we ALL KNOW, even if we swear otherwise, that they belong to the other half of society, the important half that gets exactly what they want.
The half who live in treehouses throwing rope ladders down to their own.
Gah. I'm off for a large gin.