Fast Girls.

I've read a documentary entitled, "Fast Girls."

It was written by an unknown, self-proclaimed feminist with a very boring writing style. I struggled through this book - It sucks.

Ms. White wanted to understand the mythology of the slut, where she originated, why she became who she was and how it has changed her existence. So far, she has managed to state the obvious:

1. Developing tits and ass at a young age makes you more prone to be labelled as a slut. You have what the other girls want; you whore.
2. Living on the wrong side of the tracks makes you an easy target. If you don't come from middle class suburbia, try to become a shadow.
3. All "sluts" turn out one of two ways: They either becomea) bitter and twisted individuals with little self respect and posess a giant fear of almost everything or,b) become tough and jaded bull dykes with giant chips on their shoulders. They have a very basic understanding of how "normal" society should function, but that's ok because they had a troubling childhood.

A couple days after finishing the book, I ironically bumped into the slut of my highschool. I hadn't seen her for years. She looked tough and miserable. Her hair had been bleached so many times that it looked like dry straw and her body had become bulkier and thick. She looked awful.

I smiled at her, said hello.

I never called her a slut because I never wanted to. I was known as the fat art-fag, so I just kept my mouth shut during most of the shit-flinging that went on between my peers.
She stopped to talk to me. Asked me how I was doing, what I was up to and I replied with general, fast answers because no one really knows what to say when meeting someone they know of, but do not know.
She returned the conversation with comments about her great triumphs, how she had an amazing boyfriend and that they were going to get married sometime soon. I could tell that she had fabricated the stories, and that they had been told many times to the people who remembered her from years past.

As I watched her walk away, I remembered a part in the book that commented on how many women resort to lying to their mates and peers about their personal lives and how that, once it was learned, they would find comfort in the lies, become an amensiac and live quietly in an existence that was only tangible in their minds.
She also outlined that most teenagers who are told what they are repeatedly through their youth, will not go through the self-exploration prosess and will grow to be the product of their peer's comments.

I'm sure this girl didn't suck off the whole football team and I'm sure she didn't have a gang-bang at some guy's house with all of his buddies.
I'm sure that she's somehow managed to dodge all the assholes with the little self-understanding she has left and after seeing her, I wonder how much longer she'll be able to keep it up.

I suppose the book wasn't so bad. I just had to see it, to understand it.