Certainly I'm the same. I read about women who beat people up--if not, I get stressed out. I repeat the story of a woman who picks up a bow or a sword or a gun and successfully protects the people she cares about, possibly because I need to remember it is (or might be) possible when I, like my mother and my grandmother before me, have failed so miserably on this score.
You can be bloody fucking certain the men won't take care of it. Patriarchy lies. The deal was, after we made ourselves less--after we curbed our ambitions and competence, after we were submissive and self sacrificing, after we defined ourselves as decorative, procreational, nurturing, emotional, and adjunct to men--they were supposed to make us safe. For most of my life I would have been happy to accept that deal. As far as I can tell, this is what every romance novel is about: they are the ritual retelling of how things might work out, if you are lucky, and if you are good enough at performing the feminine.
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I have never seen you, but I now imagine you in an epic fight scene against an endless horde of religio-market-rapists. Heavy martial arts, y'know because that's elegant, kind of like dancing. Preferred weapons??
In any case, society fucks every deal. Didn't you know that? Society is actually a huge cluster-fuck. It is just better than being fucked by the outside groups.
It sounds like you could do with some good Xena: Warrior Princess or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Kickin' butt and not bothering to take names.
Yeah, I've known a few good men, but I've known my share of idiots as well. Sorry there have been so many of the latter in your life.
If it helps, I believe you can totally take care of yourself.
________________: A lot of my best dreams look like that. :)
missrobin: I guess the problem is, you can't--I can't--no one can totally take care of themselves. There are material circumstances which exceed any capability.
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