It ainât men I think about when I post something. It ainât men privately forwarding me such photos, or tagging them so Iâll see them. It ainât men fantasizing to me about all those pretty, perfect bodies bullying and shaming them for being so gross and pathetic. It ainât men making quiet, cutting remarks to me about those seemingly flawless girls, pointing out all the imperfections I didnât notice.
In summation, it ainât simply men finding them sexy; thatâd be like Columbus âfindingâ his New World.
âCause there are already natives living in the arid, hostile land of Feminine Beauty Standards, and theyâve all got their tits out.