And then there's this other thing-

This glaring THING that's been bugging me since that night. A stupid, stupid girl sitting on the bed, audibly gasping when her top falls down, stating she's leaving because she doesn't know where the conversation is going. And it was embarrassing! Just sitting there, watching this idiotic girl play right into the hands of a man's world, I felt like I wanted to take her outside and give her Feminism 101. Doesn't she realize that it's GIRLS-LIKE-HER who perpetuate sexism? Doesn't she understand that GIRLS-LIKE-HER are the reason GIRLS-LIKE-ME are undateable? Doesn't she see that IT'S FUCKING 2010 AND PLAYING DUMB TO MAKE BOYS LIKE YOU WILL NEVER, EVER BE IN STYLE?

Sitting there, on that bed, I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to scream and pull at my hair and throw things and mess up the sheets. I wanted to know why she continued to diminish her intelligence and her potential in the face of boys. I wanted to know why, and how she's made it this far on what little she has. And most importantly, I wanted to know why society has failed to punish her for her embarrassing behavior.