Arguing about gender roles is something I love to do. I have realised that I particularly enjoy doing it with dominant men, even when I am within striking distance. Foolish maybe, but I cannot help myself.
A typical argument might go along these lines:
Him:’I would like to see you in stilettos and a tight pencil skirt’.
Me:’That’s such a fucking cliche. Why does the collective imagination of all the male dominants in the world get reduced to a woman in heels and a revealing outfit?’
Him:’Because it looks good. And you would be restricted and exposed at the same time’.
Me: ‘It’s not fucking fair. Women submissives have to fit into this cliched stereotype of femininity in order to fulfil their need to be submissive. And I am a feminist and it makes me angry to be forced into a role I have been resisting all my life’.
Him: ‘Oh good. So you might find it humiliating as well. Excellent’.
Me: ‘GGGrrr. That’s not the point. Why can’t men think of other ways to objectify women apart from the ways they are already objectified in society?’
Him: ‘Shut up and put those shoes on, bitch’.