catus aesthetic

Anonymous: sexism is the lack of cool graphic tshirts at target for women

sexism is the fact that when I went into the men’s section at target to look at t-shirts a twentysomething 5’ 3” neckbeard in a yoda shirt walked up to me and asked me “have you even seen star wars?”
“…excuse me?”
“well, you know, sorry but you don’t look like the type of girl who’s into that kind of thing. besides, the girl’s shirts are over there. are you buying a shirt to impress, uh, your boyfriend?”
at which point I very gently folded and set down down the millenium falcon shirt i’d been holding and looked him right in his bespectacled eyes and very softly went “at the age of seven, I saw Return of the Jedi on TV. my cousin had all three original films. i watched them at his house. i watched The Phantom Menace and managed to live through the hell that was Jar Jar Binks. i stole my brothers’ plastic lightsabers on a regular basis. I saw Attack of the Clones in theaters. I painted my face like Padme Amidala, or, if you’d like to use her birth name, Padme Naberrie, all the damn time. my mom yelled at me for wasting her lipstick. I read all the shitty franchise YA novels I could get my hands on. I know who Siri Tachi is. I know who Mara Jade is. I know about Tahl and Qui-Gon Jinn. I wrote fanfiction on the school computer and got in trouble multiple times for it. I am over here and not in the girls’ section because I want to buy a god damn Star Wars shirt, not a Disney dvd cover screenprinted onto a shirt that’s too thin and rides up in the armpits.”
at this point he’s like backing away but i was not done no sir
“and i do not have a boyfriend. i fuck who i want, when i want, which is likely more than you’re getting. and the guy im sleeping with now enjoys post coital talk about nuclear fission and the periodic table of elements and Tolkien. also don’t even get me started on tolkien because i will literally talk your ear off about the social stratification differences between races and I will do half of it in sindarin elvish, le ion-e-balrog thaur. and let me make one thing abundantly clear: there is no way in hell I would actively try to impress someone like you.”
he left me alone after that