This chapter really hit me. I mean truly hit me. I've been through high school hell and back, the cliques, the bullies, the 'friends' who make websites about how stupid you are. Yeah, that last one exists.
We women are an angry bunch. So are men. So are whites, blacks, Christians, Jews and plain ol' any durn faction of Mutha Earth. [Muscio's writing style, for those who've read her, will realize her writing style's beginning to grow on me.] And we have a right to be. Because we're all (yes, even men) oppressed.
But why are women so damn angry at each other? Because it's culturalized, it's engrained, it's normal. Anger against women is praised. We're catty, persnickety cunt haters. All of us, at some level or another. It's societal, almost to the level of brainwashing. Some brave souls have gotten over this problem. But only because they've had the 'bathroom mirror effect,' as Muscio would call it. They've looked deep within themselves, gone through their seven circles of shit, and surfaced realizing why they're angry and who they're angry at [themselves].
We displace our anger. Pawn it off on people who are different from us. I'm guilty of it myself. And it's a hard-assed habit to break.
But
why
bother.
Why fill our lives and minds with hatred and animosity, acrimony and disgust? Social standards, as I'm sure you're aware, must. change. now. And they won't unless self-love and its diffusion becomes reality.
So, you. Yes. YOU. Get OVER yourself. And get on the next train to lovin' someone else.
Signed,
A concerned hippie
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