CALL ME MAGGIE

I fucking hate capitalism.

(Amid conversation as we were walking back from a paper sale at PSU, the comrade I was walking with commented that as we passed them a couple guys had stopped to thoroughly check me out.

“It’s the jeans. They’re workin’ for ya.”)–

But the reason I hate capitalism is not based on the fact that she said this, or that even it happened, but instead is due to the severity of my own fucked-up internal response to this comment.

Being two things.

One– that in some ways this is a confidence-booster– as in, I’m hot enough, have a nice enough ass that guys passing by can at least see me as a hot body;

and Two– that even knowing– both from incidents like this as well as actual healthy relationships with people– that curves– and my own curves– attract people–

I still have the fucked up…