SHE

Sometimes a system is created.
Sometimes the creator disappears.
Sometimes the system goes on, perpetuated by the very people who are not only doing the brainwashing, but who have been mind fucked themselves.

Negative epiphanies are the worst, especially when they require a drastic change of heart or habit. I can no longer watch feature films without critically scrutinizing, and in turn shaking my head at the implied depictions of women. Modern blockbusters are nothing but dated fairy tales that have been rewritten and remastered, to fit the cultural context and the ever-increasing demand for great cgi, unrealistic gun fights with stacked odds, implausible explosions, one-up epicness and scenes taken straight out of pornhub (not that I mind the latter).

Rarely do I ever leave the theatre saying to myself,
-damn, I feel empowered.

Rather, my line of thinking is one of the following;
-apparently, I am and will always be subordinate. But that's alright, because that means I'll never have a shortage of luxury and chivalry.
//
-gee, I really can be respected and independent. So long as I exhibit manly tendencies, thought processes, and other predominantly male characteristics. 

I am not an instrument.
My person is not an empty shell.
My role in life is not merely a supporting one.
My best qualities are not those that I share with men.

The creators are long gone,
It's high time to stop being tricked into witnessing something blatantly misogynistic,
only to twirl a golden lock, giggle, and exclaim,
-that's us!,
because our off-centred role is made to seem so goddamned desirable.

Shake, don't nod.
Terminate, don't perpetuate.
Show some pride,
some initiative,
some leadership,
some solidarity,
some critical assessment,
some womanhood.