Male Nagging
One thing that women do significantly better than men is nagging. I recently learned that from Bearblog's feminist icon (unfortunately, not me; I have competition as it turns out) xmargins. I girlboss the men I know, I don't nag. But when I choose to nag, I nag the fuck out of them.
Lately, I've noticed that men cannot nag, they only neg. They tell me that I'm not pretty, sexy, or desirable, and then one day I dress hyperfemme, take off my hijab—like the emancipated post-muslim diva I am—and voilà! The men love-bomb me. I get showered with praise. I realize that men have little egos and that they need to inflate their own by pinning down mine, but like, can't you be more creative in making my life less promiscuous? I don't want you anyway.
It gets tiring and repetitive after a while, something I'm not used to from my rotating set of bedmates. They make sure to spice up the verbal abuse and use vocabulary that not even someone as high class and educated as me knows. I probably don't know all those non-fancy words because of my upbringing, who knows.
Anyway, thank you xmargins for matching my freak. I love reading your posts and wondering what kind of drugs one has to take to write like that, keep at it!
Triple Blessings!