I’m sorry for being self-centered. What matters is what you think of yourself, not what I think of you. It doesn’t matter how gorgeous I think you are, because I don’t decide how you feel or what you think. And to think I factor into why you might care about your appearance or weight is completely narcissistic. I shouldn’t be imposing my opinions on you.
I’m sorry.
It’s been really hard the past few weeks. But the times we connected, the times I felt close to you, made me happier than I realized I could be.
Thank you …
The complementarianism of, say, John Piper, Mark Driscoll, Owen Strachan and the Council on Biblical Manhood and Womanhood relies heavily on demanding that all men conform to rigid, prescriptive standards of manhood and that all women conform to rigid, prescriptive standards of womanhood, regardless of personality, giftedness, culture, circumstances, and perhaps most ironically, the very complementary character qualities that often make a relationship work!
You see this sort of language a lot in complementarian literature: “real men,” “real women,” “real marriage,” “hardwired,” “programmed,” “blueprint”—as if masculinity and femininity are rigid, set-in-stone ideals to which we must ascribe, rather than fluid expressions of our unique selves.
Why can’t funny women be hot? Or accomplished? Or smart? Why do so many women with these otherwise highly valued traits have to downplay them to get laughs?
Diller was one of the first to disguise her sex appeal for the sake of her comedy, but she wasn’t by any means one of the last.
For the record, I think the sun shines out of your ass.