I Hate Being a Girl!

Sometimes I really hate being a girl. Today is one of those times. So please bear with me on this one; else you are always free to move away to another page. I won't know, and I won't mind. So, as I was saying, I hate being a girl. Not always, but yes, right now I do. I know there are many nice things about being a girl, so you don't have to remind me of those, even if you care enough to. Right now I am frustrated with the restrictions(spoken and unspoken) imposed on me simply because I am a girl. I am a free bird, and I hate having my sky trimmed to suit the norms of the society. But you know, even that wouldn't hurt so much if I didn't see those very freedoms taken by guys right before my eyes, and no one speaking a word in protest.

They give a number of reasons for this discrimination, but can they deny that this is, in fact, discrimination? They tell me I am vulnerable, and that they are just protecting me by caging me in. But who caused me to be vulnerable? Those very guys who are being allowed to roam about free on the streets. Why should I cover my head? Ask the guys to cover their eyes and faces. Why should I have to stay indoors after dark? Tell men to stay at home. They are the aggressors, not I. Morals? Don't teach me morals. I don't walk the streets ogling at every member of the opposite sex I find. Teach men to think of women with respect too, instead of stuffing our head with all that nonsense.

I want my freedom. And I am willing to take the risks that come with it. My vulnerability is my headache, and it should be up to me to decide what to do and what not to do. I might get into serious trouble someday, or I might not, but that's a risk I am willing to take; and if someday I have to pay the price for it, I will, but have no regrets.