Dion Lee

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Some ordinary swimming suit

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The taste of your kiss I still got on my lips

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They will betray you in my name

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We didn't order chicken

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There are legitimate

feminist arguments against the wearing of burqas: that it enforces the idea that women should be ashamed of revealing themselves in public, and that it is a pseudo-religious manifestation of male prejudice against women; but it is absurd — morally and legally — to force women to be feminist against their wishes. It may be that there are some British women wearing the burqa not because they want to, but because they are forced to. I suspect this would be a nugatory minority of a minority; but how would the law establish which of these women were wearing the burqa as “an act of oppression”? Presumably their husbands or parents would have to be arrested as well.
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Sweetheart with punk rock manners

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If dragonflies with heavy hearts

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Beds are made for sleeping the day away

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She don't care for my affection

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Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and sing

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You left a hole in my heart

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We will build ourselves a battleship

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Nata Janberidze

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Iris Schieferstein

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The woman's orgiastic

fantasies and her sharing of them over the internet with a willing recipient is not a crime. She was not inviting rape. Group sex is sex with consent. Rape is not. People entertain all kinds of sexual fantasies, from sex with celebrities to SM bondage, midnight forest romps, bisexual threesomes and romantic mountain-top trysts. Such fantasies may not turn you on, but I say: live and let live. Harmless sexual imaginings should not be allowed to interfere with the dispensing of justice by our courts. If the young woman was raped, I hope she appeals and wins, for the sake of all women – and men – everywhere. Justice demands it. No means no, always.
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The moon in your lips

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Rock your body

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Rebel like the sixties

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Fable

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Wow indeed.

There I am

naked and easy. Waiting for you

or someone like you to come and scoop me up. You can

put me into all the places you think I belong, hold me in silk sheets

with thick ropes so there’s no escaping. It should be easy,

because it’s what I want. You know this

just by looking at how easy it is for me to bend

at the waist. You can tell from how easily you’re able to find me

naked. But what if you’re wrong? Don’t worry! Even if you are

this has all been done before. There’s already been a dialogue established

for situations just like this. If I disagree with you, and fight you,

and kick you in the balls, you can tell me, “Baby -

you looked so easy, asking for it, you were supposed to be so easy

for me to fuck.” You can tell me that if you want. Those are the accepted

terms of agreement. No one could fault you for saying such things.

But, just so you know, I’ll tell you, as I stand above you, “Easy for you to say.”

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School of hard knocks

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Nice whip, nice chain

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Amazing, amazing outfit.

My daugher will

one day be an adult. I want her to figure out for herself if she wants men, or women, or both, or nobody as her sex partners. I want her to decide who her partners will be, and when. I want to teach her to know what she’s ready for and when; and to have the self-knowledge and assertiveness not to do anything she’s not ready for. Except as stupid oversimplification, keeping boys from having sex with her doesn’t really enter into what I see as my job.
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The day I

visit Apfel at home on the Upper East Side, she greets me at the door wearing red leather Ungaro trousers patterned with rivets, a red cashmere sweater decorated with a huge Bakelite golly marionette (it's so heavy she says she had to pin it to her bra in order to anchor it), and her signature oversized glasses – "the bigger to see you," she likes to say.
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In some ways,

Walter has a point: this does seem specific to our era, but only in terms of technology. In this age of Facebook and Twitter, the high-speed documenting and sharing of every last action means that the world sees everything young girls are up to and, hence, presumes they must get up to everything. Instant Sharing leading to Instant Judgment. Nice.
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“I was unable

to think of women except as potential pornography. I looked at them in a purely sexual way. I remember one day I was walking to school, I was about 15, and I got talking to a girl who must have been about 18. I immediately said I wanted to grope her breasts. I had no idea how to interact with women as people.”
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There has been

talk of an Oscar nomination for The Lovely Bones. "I'd love that," she says instantly, without any false modesty. "Acting is really not that complicated. It's surviving as a human being that's difficult."
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Amazing read on an amazing woman.

Whoever wrote that

advert understood that sexism sells. The resourcefulness of Mumsnet members was not a reaction to one poster alone, but to a prevailing prejudice against working mothers that stems from an advancing tide of sexist political thought. As the recession bites deeper, suspicion of women with the temerity to be employed is fast becoming the misogyny of the moment. Let’s hope that the women of Britain can continue to resist these ugly attacks on our self-worth.
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From mistakes we make, we create something golden

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Where did you go on your holiday

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What kind of bargain did I make

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The Calcination of Scout Niblett

I will be the mayor of your town

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With the young

women that Esther works with now, she feels “there is a total detachment from emotion when they talk about sex. One young girl I was working with told me about how she had lost her virginity in the school field at lunchtime one day. She said she had thought: the bell’s about to go — I may as well do it now or I’ll not do it.
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In other words,

if a woman admits to having sexual fantasies, she asked for it. If she is forced to undergo elements of those sexual fantasies as part of a violent assault, her rapists and attackers committed no crime, because she had no 'credibility', no 'morals'. Apparently, it is impossible to rape a woman with no 'morals', where male recalcitrants get to be the judge of what is and is not moral. Apparently, when a woman admits to having 'entertained the notion' of being sexually experimental, that's a green light for men to rape her. And they have the gall to call feminists the cocking thought police.
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For the last

decade I’ve used self-portraits to document my life; as awkward, as ridiculous, as painful, as erotic as it might be. This objective can be reflected in my work in an intimate, often vulnerable fashion as I work out my personal feelings and how certain things in my life affect me. The self-portrait process can be like purging emotions from my system; performing photographic exorcisms on memories I want to forget, and promises I want unmade. But beyond the process, the content of my work can express the difficulties of being a sexual woman whose naked body is instantly politicized as well as the intense loneliness of plain old heartbreak, both in a very honest way. The presence of these and other themes in my work are not only personally relevant, but are also able to capture something I believe most people can identify with. My goal is to create an image that can be appreciated as both a great photograph but also as a moment in time that is recognized in the lives of those who view it.
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D. I just wasn't your thing

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In her book,

she describes this as the fetishization of fat. “When designers and editors choose one fat girl to salivate over, and revel in her avoirdupois, I’m not sure how much it advances the cause of using girls of all sizes in a magazine,” she wrote. What she would like to see, in the interest of fairness, is those photographers and magazines making a point of not showing an image of a model whose ribs are showing.
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Yes, I am blogging this just for the use of avoirdupois.

For something intangible,

a glance can be a powerful thing. It can carry the weight of culture and history, it can cause psychological harm, and it can act as a muzzle. Consider the relatively simple act of a man staring at a woman's body. This is such a common part of modern society that most of us rarely stop to think of its consequences, much less investigate it with a scientific lens.

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The era of

perfectability is far from singular in its focus on women's bodies. Men are similarly maligned, and ­encouraged to entertain their moral responsibility to achieve perfect pectorals or phalloplasty. Indeed, the winnowing factor is no longer gender, nor class, but cash. But still, it does retain a specific message for women: that, after longer than a century of political ­movements fighting for the right to visibility in public life, the locus of ­participation has shifted to the private preoccupation with individual ­presentation. Perhaps you can't change the world, but you can – and indeed it is beholden upon you – to change yourself.
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Mostly, though, she

sees her lovers not too frequently, less than once a week, and when her husband is away. She has also found that younger men are the best option. “They have no interest in emotional ties, they are safe, and they are far more likely to consider a woman’s orgasm as important. And they have hair.”
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Many of the

men felt that at various times during prostitution, women had no rights at all. Attitudes normalising rape were common among this group of men who buy sex in London. Over half of the interviewees believed that men would ‘need’ to rape if they did not have access to prostituted women.
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C. You kinda thought I came on too strong or

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I post fashion

editorial and art nudity, and if you can’t tell the difference between that and dirty, flithy tittie, it’s not my job to educate you on the fact that the human body isn’t a shameful thing.
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Nude Ranch Nymphs

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B. You've got a girlfriend

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A. You're gay

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“Figured what out?”

He looked at me questioningly, and then with annoyance once he realized I had filled my mouth with food just to prolong the anticipation. Looking at me with exaggerated exasperation, he watched me finish chewing and then swallow in silence.
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Excuse me? I'm

the advice columnist—I'm practically the only advice columnist—who doesn't automatically leap to the woman's side in a dispute. I'm the guy who tells women that all men watch porn (so get over it or get a dog), that oral comes standard (sucking cock and eating pussy), and that under certain circumstances a husband (or a wife) has a right and a responsibility to cheat (just because you're not interested in sex anymore doesn't mean he has to go without for the rest of his life). You won't get that from Prudie or Amy or Carolyn.

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Ever since the

late Daily Mail executive Sir David English had the genius idea of attracting women readers to newspapers – a commercial move to expand profits – the holy grail of broadcast newspapers has been wooing the still-underexploited female audience. It can be clumsy: too many pictures of celebrities and non-stories about fashion. But from the newly feminised weekend Times under Nicola Jeal to the Mail's new pro-working mother column by Elle editor Lorraine Candy, Fleet Street at least tries to get inside modern women's heads.
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Me, too—so

may I humbly suggest replacing "I love you and want to have 10,000 of your babies" with the blissfully unoppressive and yet devastatingly tantalizing "I love you and want to do your taxes free of charge."
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The other unknown

involves pricing. At present, costs for male customers at the Shady Lady start at $200 (£125), for which you get a 40-minute "party." Female punters, however, are likely to demand longer sessions. "Our feedback is that they'll require at the very least a full massage at the start of a session," says Ms Davis. "It's one of the reasons we're still working on price points. We obviously want to keep it affordable, but at the same time we know women require longer time frames to achieve intimacy."
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A Coming of Age

I knew the story would end this way

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And we get lost again

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Nostalgia

J'agite la solution

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real talk: i’m

scared of cabs. i’m ok when it’s a group, but being alone in the back of a car driven by a strange man i don’t know makes me anxious, and i have a regularly recurring nightmare about being taken to somewhere other than my intended destination and then sexually assaulted. since i don’t drink alcohol, i can usually get around this by driving myself and not needing to rely on cabs, but when i do, i notice myself tracking every turn to make sure we’re actually going where i want to go. (this makes me particularly anxious in strange cities where i don’t know where i am or where i’m going.)
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The Park pays

tribute to the passion, excellence, performance, technical innovation that Ferrari has established over the years and represents today.
Ferrari World Abu Dhabi will offer guests the opportunity to experience Ferrari in a unique and intensely fun way.
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What's the oddest

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Pixar is made

up of a bunch of guy geeks. Disney’s top brass is practically all male. Maybe when we get more female studio heads, more female directors and producers and writers, we’ll see groups of girls having adventures; girl heroes doing cool, brave things in starring roles where marriage may never be mentioned at all. Maybe then people will wake up, finally recognize the radical lack of imagination going on in our make believe worlds; Princess Charming finally rescues Sleeping Hunk.
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'Recognizing the urgent

need for the universal application to women of the rights and principles with regard to equality, security, liberty, integrity and dignity of all human beings.'

'Concerned that violence against women is an obstacle to the achievement of equality, development and peace.'

'Affirming that violence against women constitutes a violation of the rights and fundamental freedoms of women and impairs or nullifies their enjoyment of those rights and freedoms.'

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The fact that

I dislike being unable to see someone’s face is neither here nor there, really: it’s their face, to expose or conceal (or pierce, or tattoo, or smear in chocolate) as they wish.

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As for the question of sexual equality that Copé refers to: sexual equality is marvellous and we’re all for it, but you can’t will it into being by banning an item of clothing. Riots in the banlieues and the burning of the tricolore, yes. Instant sexual equality, not so much.

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I still go back and forth. If someone held a gun to my head and forced me to make a choice, I suppose I’d come down in favour of the ban on the basis that my instinct says — shouts — that no little girl comes into the world longing to be covered in a black tent when she grows up.

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But to be

honest I don’t think the majority of women, once they are past the teenage crush period, even think about sex that much.

They put up with it, with the repetitiveness, the ridiculousness, the inconvenience and the inevitable disappointment, because it gets them to where they want to be: married, with children and someone to help shoulder the bills and dig the garden.
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However, this process

is rarely devoid of emotive and political considerations. It's never really about what women wear, but about the values that women's dress implies – whether it is the niqab in Egypt, the hijab in Kuwait, or Lubna Hussein's trousers.
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Maybe all this

seems funny, or trivial, but it's really not. It's about what girls want to be, what they're told they should be, and how they feel about who they are. I've got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don't want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I'd rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before 'thin'. And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls. Rant over.
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Get jobs in offices

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A pair of mirrors are facing one another

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Just calling to

let you know that your ass looks fabulous in those jeans.

Have you lost weight? Been working out? Yeah, you can really tell.

You know, you’re one of those people who can be TOO good-looking when you really put it on, but I think you’ve tempered it nicely so it’s obvious that you’re still the most attractive person in the room without making everyone else feel bad. That’s why everyone likes you, I think. Biting into your personality is like eating an awesomeness sandwich.

And not to get too personal, but your breasts, vagina and/or penis? The finest I’ve seen. I mean, I’ve seen some nipples in my time but yours should be in The Museum of Nipple Perfection. No, it’s a real place; I looked it up.

I can only imagine what making love to you would be like, so I did. Multiple orgasms.

I know you probably get this a lot, but you really are the finest human being anywhere, ever. Some people will just buy their friends a coffee, but when you buy someone a coffee, you make sure it’s the kind that doesn’t kill the dolphins in the forest and that kind of thing. That’s why you’re my hero.

Yeah, I should probably go. I have some stuff to do. No, YOU have an amazing day.

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Soon after, Channel

4 showed a documentary called ‘Perfect Breasts’, investigating the apparently growing phenomenon of young women opting for cosmetic enhancement. The programme featured women and girls explaining how they were unhappy with their bodies, and how they ‘just want to look normal.’ Interesting. The bit I remember most is a scene of two sisters, both who’d had breast implants, eating dinner with their parents and discussing the possibility that they may never be able to breast feed a baby. The younger sister said it didn’t bother her in the slightest, that the very idea of her breasts being used to nourish a baby was repulsive. “They’re sex objects, to me” she explained with gusto, giggling, “Sex objects!” Her father mumbled nervously in protest. “Most natural thing you can do, breast feeding…” but he was soon drowned out by the chatter from the women. It struck me as humorous, strangely sad, and also telling about different attitudes to the humble breast.
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Sweet and sour like a tangerine

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Never gonna do it like a picture crop

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I walk the fine line between being ill and being sick

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Tuesday came and I feigned happy

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The secret about boys is that they want you to like them

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However, I bristle

at the thought of barring women from combat zones. I don’t like the idea that the solution to women being assaulted, not just under these circumstances, but across the board and in every circumstance, is to keep crossing activities off of the list of things we should be permitted to do, or to keep in place existing restrictions on our choices. I don’t like the idea of taking it for granted that a woman would want to serve anyplace other than the combat zone, or that option not being available for any woman who wants to.

We have to stop making decisions based on what men may do to us. The men in question should simply be required to stop doing us harm or be held accountable for doing so.

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I really have

always wondered why all of the "size" articles and photoshoots at women's mags consistently have nekkid models. Yes, lots of models - no matter what their size - are featured in various states of undress in magazines. But this certainly does seem to be a trend. What do you think? Is featuring naked models the only way to celebrate the diversity of women's bodies?
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There is a

reason why male slut requires a prefix; promiscuity is understood to be centrally a female phenomenon. When we use words like slut or whore, unless we specifically refer to a man, it is assumed that the subject is female. Our own language reveals how naturally we slut shame women. If Warren Beatty were female and the situation was exactly the same, it would be two seconds before he was referred to as a disease spreading whore.
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This is a

post about self-objectification, so I'm going to start by telling you all how hot I'm looking tonight. Which is pretty damn hot. I'm all dressed up in my boyfriend's black tie suit, which is a bit baggy on me, but that works well. My hair is slicked back, and you can just about see the swell of my tits under my waistcoat; natty little boots, a boy's tie and dark red lipstick complete the outfit. Top to toe, I scrub up like a good little genderqueer gothgirl; I'm 23 and a size eight, and it weren't for these pesky nine stone and a pimple on my jaw, I might have stepped out of the pages of Sandman.
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• Do not approach

any lone women you do not already know late at night. Some men do not seem to realise, but women have an inbuilt fear of men at night, which prompts us to automatically reject a suitor who approaches in this way. WE WILL ASSUME YOU WANT TO RAPE US. Even if this is not your intention, let me assure you, WE WILL ASSUME YOU WANT TO RAPE US. Whether this is experience, genetic hard-wiring, social conditioning, or something else, I do not know - although I personally beleive it's part of that entirely necessary fight or flight instinct. Part of our brain says DANGER. RUN/FIGHT NOW. Let me assure you, that in 99% of circumstances, lone women at night who are approached by men WILL ASSUME YOU WANT TO RAPE THEM. That other 1% may assume the same thing, but they usually get payment in advance.
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"The love in

your heart wasn’t put there to stay. Love isn’t love ‘til you give it away."
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She said, ‘Here’s

a big difference between you and me. You wear makeup and you dress in a certain way that’s meant to draw attention and help people find you attractive. But I won’t do anything to draw attention to my looks. If someone wants to, they can take a closer look and maybe they’ll discover I’m attractive. But I’m not going to do anything to help them.’ Mine was the typical female way, hers was the way of most men.
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Give it all back to you

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Ella Haberlach S/S 2010

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