‘Art’or Seduction
If you’ve never read Robert Greene’s “Art of Seduction” or aren’t a woman this post might go over your head. I’ll try to keep it short and sweet for everyone.
Long story short, it says to know what your “strength” is and utilize it to your advantage. Use it to compel, manipulate, persuade, etc. I am constantly told in this music world to use my looks to lead men on and get what I want from them. I. HATE. it.
Why? Just for them to turn around and throw dirt on my character once they get rejected? Or even worse, assault/rape me. This may seem like a reach for some but think about it. What happens if we’re ever alone in a business setting (studio, meeting) and because of my seductive ways they think they have the right to my body?
Why is my power as a woman automatically the temptation of my pussy?
This entire question of the origin of power is offensive to me. I used to be nearly 300 pounds. I was a ghost. I was the friend with “the pretty face”. I was the woman who was fuckable but not one to “wife”. After my weight loss surgery and losing over 100 lbs. all of a sudden the world opens up to me.
Getting the “pretty girl discount” from the gas station attendant or no longer having to wait in lines to get into places. Or even more annoying, men hearing me speak and being surprised how intelligent I am.
I was always an A student, excelled in sports, but DEAR GOD! When I gained that weight I lost my star quality in everyone’s eyes. Forced to nurture a good sense of humor just to stay on one’s (anyone’s) radar.
I resent society for that. I resent men for that. You dock points for ugliness and reward attractiveness with unsolicited advances and downplaying our credibility. I resent women who are comfortable with having nothing to offer besides their looks, thus continuing the sexist cycle for all of us. (I know, not very feminist of me)
Ya’ll are lucky I don’t drain you for every penny. You thirsty fucks who seem so desperate for a “bad one” because you think your status will change. Ya’ll are simpletons who, if I wanted to, could destroy in one experience of me.
Thank your lucky stars I leave you unread in the DM’s. Pray to your God thanking them of their mercy, because if I was half the person like the men I’ve come across in my life, I’d seduce you down to a pulp.
