We can’t all be goddesses, so I will take a seat.
Though I’m happy for you queens, who have realized your hidden inner power. It’s nice to know, isn’t it, that having a vagina makes you sacred? That because you are a woman, you deserve to be worshipped!
Never mind the fact that you have two DUI’s and are $60’000 in debt— you are a GODDESS.
I’m happy, that we women FINALLY stand alongside each other. And that, even if I’m a horrible person, you will support me because we are both female. (If you haven’t heard, #thefutureisfemale.) I am also glad that our opinions are now valued, above and beyond their actual logic or ethical merit. Who cares if what we’re saying is sexist or uneducated? We deserve to be heard, not judged, damnit!
We are so lucky, that now we are free to wear push up bras to the gym because they make us feel good about ourselves, (and not because we have been trained to feel good about ourselves in push up bras) and we are lucky to go topless and pantsless and shoeless and walk around the city at night feeling EMPOWERED because men would be disgusting pigs to try and touch our naked bodies.
I’m happy to uplift my sisters, who are all equally talented, kind, and beautiful, with no one lady rising naturally to the top, nor anyone falling down to the bottom. With all of them being equally magical and special and spiritually sound.
But... Even with the moon-cleansed crystals falling out of our vaginas, and the lesser human species (men) falling at our feet, I have to say, I don’t think we can all be goddesses.
I’ll just take a seat.