The Dating Game: Sluts Don't Get to Be Happy
The Dating Game: Sluts Don't Get to Be Happy Published on August 6, at pm Megan Carpentier If you haven't heard, there's only one possible result when you're a slut—particularly if you have the audacity to do it without shame and—clutch your pearls, ladies—talk about it in a public forum. Who would want the cow when he can have the milk for free, we're told because, like cows, we women apparently have no intrinsic value—we're just about what we can provide for others. No man would want a pre-used vagina forever when he can till that earth himself for the first time without wondering if someone else had a bigger plow or a surer hand. Sluts are insecure women who constantly seek self-esteem through multiple dickings when everyone knows that real self-esteem comes from keeping your legs closed. And if you had the audacity to sleep with someone else's boyfriend or someone else's husband, of course you're a tempting slut that he just couldn't resist and it's all your fault and karma will getcha and slut slut slut slut slut. Think all of that is bullshit? The question none of the myriad slut-shamers and finger-pointers and moralizers ask is: what slut or, ahem, person would want a dude who thinks that sex is equivalent to milk from a cow, or who wants us not to know whether we're getting good sex, or who thinks us incapable or unworthy or love based on our sexual history, or who would prefer that we hold out for the sake of making someone love us? Because the answer is—and should always be—fuck those people but not literally. It is not worth it to be in a relationship with someone who isn't interested in you as a person or who places so much emphasis on who else you slept with that he can't notice the person he's sleeping with—or that the person you are currently choosing to sleep with is him.