| | To the assholes who think it's okay to comment on my clothing:
My name is Amara L. Miller. Contrary to popular belief, my name is not
Little Bo Peep, Mary, Alice, Raggedy Anne, or anything else. I did not
lose any fucking sheep. I never had sheep, or lambs, or whatever the
fuck, and therefore, they could not have followed me to school. I am
not a maid, and I have never been to Wonderland, Germany, Deutschland,
or France. I do not "work somewhere", although I'd like to, if their
uniforms were this cute. I am not in a play, I am not in a carnival, I
am not from a festival. But, most of all, I am not a sheep-herder, so
for fuck's sake, STOP ASKING ME THAT.
You have no idea how sick I am of getting this crap stuffed down my
throat every time I step out of the house. It's as if in leaving the
sanctuary of my home I am forfeiting my right to be treated like
another human being rather than an exhibit at a museum. You are not
cute, and it is not clever to ask me, "HEY, YOU LOSE SOME SHEEP? I HAVE
SOME IN MY TRUNK," as if I have not heard that at least six times in
the last hour. Seriously, grandpa; like you, it's getting a bit old.
Whenever I bring this up to anyone, I get told, "Well, if you're going
to dress differently, you have to recognize that and be prepared for
being treated differently." Okay. Why? I get that people are going to
treat me differently, but why should I be okay with that? Why should I
have to deal with Average Joe getting his kicks by sneering some idiot
line like, "Hey, Mary, I've got a few little lambs for you to follow,"
just because I, like everyone else in the world, choose my own style of
dress?
Yeah, yeah, I get that people are stupid as all hell. Really, I do. But
why the fuck should I have to suck it up when every time I am going
about my own business, I am interrupted by some jerk who thinks they're
just the bee's knees for relating my frilly bonnet to some nursery
rhyme sheep herder, JUST BECAUSE I WORE IT? That's like saying, HEY
MAN, THAT GIRL WAS WEARING A MINISKIRT, SHE WAS TOTALLY ASKING TO BE
RAPED. Yeah, fuck you. Fuck you right in the ear. That girl can wear a
skirt and she is not subconsciously saying she wants some action (well,
she might, but you get the idea). I am not wearing lacey blouses and
the like because I am subconsciously asking people to give me attention
and remark on my clothing.
I don't mind if someone says, "Your dress is cute," or even, "Are you in
a play?", assuming it's genuine and not sarcastic, because normally, that's how I would respond to seeing someone
dressed as such. But making stupid relations -- It's the same as the
asshole who says to the goth, "Hey, Morticia, Halloween was over months
ago!" It's just rude. And that's why I would love to ask the world to
kindly piss off and stop thinking it's okay to ask me if I lost my
sheep, where they can buy a doll like me, how to get to Wonderland,
etc. But especially if I lost my fucking sheep. God, I hate that.
I've resolved to inform the next smartass who asks me if my name is Bo
Peep or anything related that no, I am not a sheep herder. Most sheep
herders do not dress this cute. Most sheep herders dress like homeless
people. They do not wear cute clothes. Sheep herders are constantly
picking up their sheep and carrying them around, getting pissed on,
climbing hills, sheering, and so on. They do not wear $250 dresses for
this task.
I will tell them: I am a Lolita. I wear this dress because it is an
expression of my own nature. That doesn't mean I'm asking you to give
me a commentary. It means that just as some kids like to wear baggy
clothes to appear intimidating and some girls like to wear tight
clothes to give off sexual appeal, I like to wear frilly clothes
because it's an extravagent lifestyle... and it's adorable.
That's all. I'm just very sick of it.
Sincerely,
Amara ichigo.
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