As do I. :( I kind of enjoy subverting it through an unrepentant lack of grace; I like sex and sexiness but that doesn’t mean I have to live up to anybody’s fantasy, even the hivemind of, I don’t know, Elle Magazine or whatever. I don’t even want to be anyone’s fantasy, so I wear whatever I damn well please. I do appreciate your struggles in enjoying dressing up pretty, looking pretty and sexy while also rejecting the assumption that you’re doing it to please some imaginary, judging eye that would hurt you if you didn’t.

Also, this?

This girl was told on one hand that being sexy is good and gets you noticed, and on the other that she’s a worthless slut for doing something sexy.

That’s it, right there. That’s a big, HUGE part of why I hate my own damn culture.
We’re stuck in this awful double-bind as women where we’re “supposed to be sexual(ly available)” AND that’s what “makes” women worthless in the eyes of the over-arching cultural narrative.

I fucking HATE it!!!