Not a Mac Truck, Not Quite a Butterfly

Why can't I be accepted as the somewhere in-between? Why is it most women are comfortable with my dualistic nature of strength and autonomy?

But men, oh you men, you hate to see a woman like myself possibly be more of a Mac Truck than you could ever be. You degrade me when you sense that I have an aire of confidence and strength, in a an effort to bring me down to your low, juvenile comprehension level. You see my strength and independence as a direct challenge to your not fully-formed manhood and think of ways to attack me.

Your most common form of attack is the tired but true hyper-sexualization of me. You boil everything I am down, all that I am created of and from, and amass it to one large sexual character. I go from possibly being the next great tech or legal mind, to being the next best Betty Boop.

Excuse me for not being the easiest thing you've ever done in your life, disallowing for a very undeserving pat on the back. I apologize for being tall, I actually think this is not directly my fault, as it is the fault of my parents. I apologize for calling you on your weak shit, you want all the luxuries and benefits of a good boyfriend and partner, yet you barely scrape by as a passable early Tuesday evening date. Forgive me for requiring that you respect my virtue, and when you don't putting you in the place where you belong; repeatedly. Apologies if I simply don't appreciate being lied to, lead-on, or push-pinned..you know what push-pinned is...that thing you do where you pretend you're soooo tormented over the idea that you can't be with me now, so you'll just put a push-pin in me until you're over your whole selfish, self-righteous, wannabe Wilt Chamberlin phase.

Just because I'm not a butterfly, doesn't mean I'm a Mac truck. I have feelings, I care (sometimes), I definitely notice, I like strong men, I like smart men, I love men who honor women, I don't want to be in charge at home, I'm in charge plenty at the office all day (of other men mind you). Stop the b-s and recognize me for the woman I present to you, all day every day.