Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Wouldn't It Be Nice Not to Give a Shit What They Think of You?

"What Do Women Want?"
by Kim Addonizio


I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.


I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.


I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what I want.

When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

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GR-OWL! That's some fucking Chutzpah right there, I'm tellin' you.


IT'll. BE. THE. GODDAMNED. DRESS. THEY. BURY. ME. IN.
Oh Hell, yeah!


So I’m thinking to myself, as I lose this weight (57 pounds today, wooo-who for me), that I want to stop worrying about what society thinks of me. Just fuck ‘em. Seriously. And I’m thinking it would nice to have a red dress of my own.


Even if it’s not red and it’s not a dress but I can wear it just the same.


That red dress symbolizes the attitude that every woman should carry around with her. It’s the “smoking hot, fire-engine red, lipstick smeared, come and get me cause I’m the best you’re gonna get” attitude that I’d like to walk down the street with. Maybe I shouldn’t lose any more weight. I might be a real handful if I do. But you know what I’ll say?


Bow before me!

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

The red dress doesn’t become you... your much better in pink

Dad

9:08 PM  
Blogger punkindunkin said...

When I was in pig tails perhaps, Pop.

11:25 PM  
Blogger Ghost Dog said...

Feel the power!

2:02 PM  
Blogger Breanna said...

cheers! and the classic question one woman must ask another upon discovery of the illusive weight loss...how are you doing it?

and dad, red becomes EVERY WOMAN!

10:25 PM  

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