This story just proves that people don’t see a woman’s desires as hers. Ariel had always wanted to go to the surface and to have legs. Even if she never met the prince, she’d still have done it if she had the chance. But because a man is involved, it’s suddenly about him.
Fun fact: People only say this around you if you're annoying as fuck. "I'm not into politics." = "I know you're gonna crash out the moment I say I don't think we should be importing infinite indians."
“Feminism” is all about “my body, my choice”… but only if the choice is abortion or promiscuity. The minute a woman chooses to be a wife & have kids, they judge her.
Vamos a ver, chicas. Os voy a hablar como una hermana. Yo veo a un tipo así y no me siento cerca, me voy a la otra punta del tren o no me subo ¿Prejuicios? Sí, todos. Yo lo llamo instinto de supervivencia femenina al reconocer patrones.
No temáis parecer racistas ante nadie, sino de seguir vivas. Los prejuicios os pueden salvar la vida.
El progresismo busca anularos hasta haceros seres estúpidos, inútiles y dependientes de lo que digan otros para reconocer depredadores que ven tus ojos.