Go ahead and scream it, just say

I’m full of thoughts today, useless and otherwise. I’m queen of jack-rabbit speed tangential thought processing that has never made sense to anybody and now, even to Brian.

Anyway, I know that there is empowerment in clothing and in appearance. I felt more assertive with my eyebrow piercing. I feel more assertive in my motorcycle gear. I feel more attractive in a tank-top, slightly revealing, and make-up than a T-shirt and unmade.

Is this why girls go out on Friday nights, wearing “dresses” barely covering their mons pubis, tops that barely contain their breasts, clothing that sometimes fail their jobs and flee the scene altogether? Or is it a game, one-upping the next girl with a shorter skirt and more skin?

Is there empowerment in entrancing men with your barely-contained breasts and keeping them hooked with the slightest chance of glimpsing your, er, pussy? [After that quick pause, I've decided to completely fuck the "family-friendly" shit. I might use "cunt" down the line. Is that offensive to women? Because I don't think so. Then again, I'm pretty fucking difficult to offend.]

Even Brian agrees with me on the shocking lack of clothing and we’re no prudes. I can agree [or sometimes disagree] with Brian when he comments on a nice pair of legs, a nicely-toned ass or nice rack obvious through clothing, or a good-looking face. Maybe it’s upbringing. But I feel that women cheapen their intelligence when they stumble through the streets, squealing and pulling their shirts up, their skirts down. ..Maybe they don’t have intelligence to cheapen.

And I’m a judgmental bitch who thinks she’s better than those squawking girls. At least I can admit it.