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| Is this the site of the next Oprah? Way to liberate women... Now, as a man, I feel like shit... |
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| I never thought about it like that... well, I've never been on a date so I don't really think about it at all... And I don't even think I have a slut in my school, and if I do, then I don't know about her. Maybe she's like a secret slut that lurks in the shadows.... |
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| Love is whoring yourself for power. |
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| wanting that power does not make one a slut. it's acting on that desire that makes one a slut. |
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| Honestly, I can't say I've been in either situation... but what a different perspective on things! Interesting. Sure, when I see a sluttily-clad girl walking down the street, I’ll look at her for a second and think she’s just a piece of trash, desperate for some attention… But hey aren’t we all in our own little way? Granted, some women are a bit drastic in the way they go about it. I think the people we should be blaming are the guys that force us to make us feel that if we aren’t walking sex on sticks we are worthless. And why do we care so much what a man thinks of us? Continuing from my own post, if we really want to liberate ourselves, we need to break free from our own contradiction of thinking… Your post gives an entirely different definition to the word slut. I guess in a way we are prisoners of our own ideologies. |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old college student who is currently attending the University of Virginia. I enjoy reading, writing, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a successful swindler, a professional liar, and maybe someone you could bring home to meet mom with. More? |
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