Oh? Okay uhm...well! Hasn't your mother ever taught you not to curse at a woman like that?

I don't know about you, but I want to be like most girls. Strong like most girls, beautiful like most girls, proud, loud, smart and confident like most girls. Can I get a hell yeah? Not, like, most, girls? I'm expected to put "most girls" in a box, bury them alive under mountains of dirt and the validation of a man, just to be expected to display differentiating qualities between me and his ex-- the one who got the hint and got the hell out of here. I wish she would have left a post-it note on the fridge

telling me that this milk is spoiled. Tell me in order to keep a man I must not emasculate him with my dominance. Tell me to appease him with my submission. Tell me that I must dim my light just so he can shine and I'll tell you where to politely shove that advice. Tell me all about gender roles, and inform me that my place is at home with the children--my one responsibility is to have dinner ready before 5, and I'll tell you I can't hear you over the roar of my independence.

Okay so here's what I'll say about chivalry, chivalry isn't dead! It's taking a nap, on a park bench...okay okay maybe it's just homeless. Alright alright you got me it's missing and I've sent out Silver alert after silver alert and no one has seen it.
Silver alert because it's an old fox...none of this new kid on the block shit.

Chivalry is currently lost in the witches forest, trying to use breadcrumbs to find its way back home. We love to double things; double fries, double cheeseburger, a double shot of espresso in the drink we shouldn't be having in the first place, double rainbows bring immense good luck, we wager everything on double or nothing; but let's talk about the most important double, a double standard. Double standards are a double bladed sword doing nothing but slaying the possibility for advancement-- abandonment of "normality". So give me girls that weld and boys that cry to Ariana Grande's Thank U, Next.

Give me girls who want to lift girls up instead of tearing them down to get ahead-- nothing but crabs in this barrel. Give me "you're like most girls" because it's okay, we do not need to trample each other just to make it to the first place spot on the podium.