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.


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

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!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

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


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 are you doing it?

and dad, red becomes EVERY WOMAN!

10:25 PM  

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