Lying is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
Firstly, I’d like to thank Panic! At the Disco for conjuring up one of the best song titles in history. Or at least I’ve thought that for years. If you can’t praise them for their music, at least acknowledge their amazing talent at writing song titles. I happen to admire both, but that’s neither here nor there and also — you didn’t ask.
I chose this title because when I first read this I was both offended and amused at yet another jab at womanhood. At the time (I was 13) I hated the fact that I was a girl. I was very critical of my and others’ womanhood and what was unanimously proclaimed as womanhood.
To this day I am also embarrassed — heavily — by the implication of “the woman”, how people on all the spectrum interpret our gender, and more importantly how our gender as a whole maneuvers all those implications, interpretations and expectations.
The Woman as The Source of Evil
I went to catholic school for 6 years.
There. Article over. Make your assumptions and leave.
Just kidding — hopefully you stayed and go on this little journey with me.
From day 1 the woman was the source of all evil. And actually — I found it empowering. Because until that point women were presented to me as delicate little flowers, and demure, conservative little things and I was never a flower.
I was always full of mud, sweating, and refusing to wear skirts. I know #imnotliketheothergirls and I really didn’t want to be like the other girls.
But apparently girls were bad. Real bad. Expulsion from the Garden of Eden bad. And I LOVED THAT.
As someone who has been beat up and verbally abused a lot, who gathered anger and hatred at a young age — not only was this thought exciting, it was inspiring. Not because I wanted to be bad — but because I wanted control. And Eve was sexy and smart enough to make that dumbass Adam eat that apple.
So. Who’s meek and delicate now bitch?