So are these my choices in life?

The pregnant wife, barefoot in the kitchen, breaking her back for a husband,

the slut who can't keep her legs shut for the life of her and finds the most fulfillment in her next big fuck

or the career-driven bitch whose vagina might as well have fangs?

 

Oh wait, no. There's a happy medium. The woman who works, but is happy to be pregnant. Who doesn't make more money than her husband (after all, if you make more money than your husband, you might as well just cut off his cock), but works just as much, and still cooks dinner.
Yeah. Those happy couples in the movies where life is just perfect, and it doesn't matter that the wife makes a lot of money? They're not real. 

 

Fucking awesome.

 

So go ahead and eat me.

I have to say.
I'm a happy consumer.
I'm happy that I can drive over to Target and buy stuff that I want or need without an issue.
It makes me happy to go buy new clothes even though I don't need them. It makes me happy to go buy makeup that I may not use very often.

I like to wear makeup.
Because I am not as beautiful without it.
I know that that's just how I've been trained to think.
And I'm okay with that.
And I'm sorry that you think it's a problem. But we would be trained to think one way or another, regardless of what society we lived in.
If we lived in a society that looked down on makeup, that's just what you would be raised to think.
When you live in a society like ours, or live in any society for that matter, you are taught to believe certain things, to live certain ways.
And in this society, it is impossible to entirely be an individual.
As in The Devil Wears Prada.
That blue shirt you rummaged out of a bin was picked for you by high-payed fashion executives. They picked a pretty blue outfit. Then blue appeared everywhere, even in the crummy little department stores.
It doesn't matter that I wear converse and you wear some off-brand that's cheaper. They're the same thing. The patterns on both have been picked for us by designers that affect our lives in ways we didn't even know were possible. 


Truth be told?  
I've always thought that I'm better than everyone else my age.
Smarter, stronger, better.
And I hate myself because I know that I'm not.

Truth be told.
I judge everyone.
I feel incredibly superior when you bring me the junk food that you consume on a daily basis.
And then do it myself. And yes. I look down upon even myself.
But really, I hate the people that eat healthy. I hate the people that are so concerned with their health that they eat only organic food.
(By the way, organic food is terrible for the environment, just like processed foods.)