Asked by Anonymous
Translation: I don’t understand the difference between sex organs and secondary sex characteristics, nor do I understand how society has coded certain secondary sex characteristics to be sexual while others are left “neutral.” I also don’t understand how I am drawing a false equivalency between hair and breasts, as only one has been sexualized within Western cultures, and I’m really desperate to justify my own obsession with sexually harassing women.
Now they are secondary sex characteristics? Are we just going to keep on making up words until men aren’t allowed to look at women?
Feminists didn’t make up the term “secondary sex characteristics” to shame men for looking at women. It’s a scientific term for features that appear when a person or any other animal has reached sexual maturity. Here’s the wikipedia article since you were unable to look it up yourself.
People are of course allowed to appreciate others’ bodies. What is not acceptable is sending objectifying messages to a total stranger about the way their body looks.
Why is this so fucking difficult?
are you fucking telling me people don’t know about secondary sex characteristics? are you fucking telling me that people havent had basic primary school concepts taught to them? what the actual fuck.
Translation: ‘I have no idea how logic or biology work’
BIOLOGY IS A TOOL OF THE MATRIARCHY
IF BIOLOGY HAD ANY SENSE OF EQUALITY WHY IS IT THAT I, A MAN WHO CAN’T GET LAID?
Damn feminists… infecting the menz with a sense of rational biological classification… secretly tricking nineteenth-century misogynists with their feminist agenda… damn science-using wimmenz with their reason and their taxonomy and their logic… where did they learn this witchcraft? what man taught these harridans speech?
*sips mountain dew, hides face under trilby, descends into irritable mutterings*
The following is the single greatest series of tags I have ever seen. #liiiiike… this guy must have a lot of trouble birdwatching made me laugh so hard that I now want it tattooed on my body.
Being poly means I don’t necessarily believe in “The One”. That doesn’t stop me from believing you might be one of “the ones”.
Each and everyone of the people I have, or have had, in my life are to some extent “The One”. Each in their own way mean just as much to me as the other(s). They all are “The One”.