More Stuff on Being a Girl

I am a girl, a woman, a female, born with XX chromosomes and equipped with hormone receptors that caps off the effects of testosterones long before the formation of facial hair.

Because I am a girl, I am also more likely to be sexually harassed, discriminated against, judged first based on my appearance. I would also have a harder time trying to prove to people that I'm more than just a "pretty face", just as capable, if not more, as "that guy" and won't cry every time I menstruate. 

I've always been sensitive, more than most, to anything that is charged with gender. It could be something people say in passing, an ad on T.V. a sexist joke or even the social ramification the differential eating patterns of males and females. Lately, I have been especially on edge, almost borderline hostile whenever I perceive anything that remotely suggest one gender is superior to another. The cruel irony here of course is that perhaps I am just pissy and volatile because I'm on my period. However, this isn't plateauing off like my period. In fact, quite the opposite is happening because this internal, great big ball of feminist rage is only getting more potent with each passing day where somewhere in the world a woman has been subjected to some form of discrimination or violence by virtue of the fact that she is a woman.

I have no real way to pacify this feeling nor do I have an appropriate and positive ending to this post. In a way it mirrors the helplessness I sometimes feel as an angry feminist, constantly trying to break free of my gender roles and battle the stereotypes.
Also. I have decided to start a new blog with a focus on culture, gender politics and art. No more fashion posts but the outfits will be featured on my Tumblr.