Whispered Demands - Nicole Marie from Individualist
"I think every woman does want to be objectified. There’s a little part of you at all times that hopes to be somewhat objectified, and I think it’s healthy." - Cameron Diaz
Pay attention to me. Worship me. Love me.
These are the whispered demands of an insecure woman. A woman who doesn’t know her worth. A woman who believes the only way to obtain her worth is to take it.
This is the demand of a healthy woman. A woman who knows she has sex appeal and isn’t afraid to invite others to the party. At least, that’s what we’re led to believe—led like a blind, domesticated animal to the altar. But wait. Do we allow ourselves to be tamed, caged by bars of insecurity? Do we readily offer up a sacrifice that will leave us with nothing? Because if we’re so sure about who we are, why do we need someone to confirm what we already know? There must be some inkling of black doubt clouding our minds. Maybe we don’t burn as hot as we think we do. Maybe no one else sees what we see.
Maybe we see what we want to see.
Alive. I’d rather be alive than inanimate. Maintaining my freedom eclipses hot sex and a cold heart. I long for more. I don’t want to be sexualized. I don’t want to be some menu item at the drive through of conquest. The thrill may be intoxicating. The power that comes with breaking someone’s will to resist temptation may overwhelm. And maybe it’s fun for a little while. Maybe it provides that much needed boost to the self-esteem, but to have a man drool over me like a full course meal is nothing special. I want to be loved.
But what does that even mean? I look to cinema and great literature and I can’t seem to find the meaning of true love. Our fairytales pervert the definition—clouding pure water with filth.
Romeo objectified Juliet. Their “love” story was a really a story of epic lust and Scarlet O’Hara loved no one but herself. People are confused about love. They have been since the beginning of time. Magic, sorcery, voodoo, lust. Love is none of these. And every woman wants to be loved, but somewhere along the way they were tricked. Tricked into believing that the best they can do is objectification. Tricked into believing they’ll only amount to a good time in the bedroom Still, the whispered demands grow louder.
But I won’t join the desperate murmurings. Remember, I’m an individualist. If every woman wants to be objectified, then I am not every woman. This is not a hostage situation and I won’t demand my worth. I’ll own it. It’s already mine.