I Don’t Take Slutty Seriously

I have removed the word “slut” from my vocabulary recently, because it consumed too much of my thoughts and seems to be an unhealthy obsession that exists in a lot of people around me – both men and women included.


I Don’t Take Slutty Seriously


I cannot write anything in regards to women’s fashion choices or preferences without it turning into a “slut debate.” If you look good in any way, you risk being considered a slut. If you dress the way you want and show skin: slut. If you sleep with more than three men: slut. If you wear “too much makeup”: slut. If you talk to “too many guys” or have “too many guy friends”: slut. I can’t seem to make a single move in any direction without becoming a slut.


According to the internet, here is everything I can do to be considered a slut:

- Wear a skirt that isn’t long and free flowing
- Wear a shirt that is form fitting and shows any amount of cleavage
- Wear makeup
- Wear fitted pants, leggings, etc.
- Have a profile picture
- Have platonic male friends that I talk to on the regular
- Wear a particular type of perfume


I Don’t Take Slutty Seriously


And many more.


It isn’t just men, it’s everyone. Women call each other sluts, hell they throw the word around like tootsie rolls at a Christmas parade. Men do it too, everyone is guilty of it. It’s like people pass around the word slut like it’s a door-to-door flyer or something and I just don’t understand it.


You see, growing up, I was taught that a slut was a woman who dressed overly revealing, who had sex with multiple men for the sake of enhancing her self esteem. Yes, this was my mother’s definition of a slut, and her mother’s definition of a slut, and so on. But as I got older, I asked myself why having sex with multiple people made you a slut. Why does it? If you want to do it and you consent to it, why is it demonized with a word meant to degrade the person participating in it?


I don’t sleep around personally, as a matter of fact, regardless of how many times I have been called a slut, the kicker is this: I’m a virgin. Yet I cannot count on how many fingers and toes the amount of times somebody has called me a slut. What’s even more ironic is that I do not by any means dress revealingly. Basically, I’ve been called a slut for being female and having a female body. If you can see my legs, somebody will say that’s slutty. If you can see the SHAPE of my boobs through a shirt that can be interpreted is slutty. Everything’s slutty.

But, I’m not upset about it, believe it or not. Because the word has come to lose its meaning to me, as it is so utterly abused and overused that I can’t even take the concept seriously anymore. Nowadays if somebody wants to call me a slut, I ask them to prove it. If they remark on my clothes, I ask them to show me the video of me having sex with multiple people and then try to prove to me why it’s morally wrong to do so in the first place. When they can’t do that, my case is proven.


I can say confidently now that I no longer obsess over being seen as a slut. I’m not going to put on a potato sack and wear a sign that says “I’m a virgin” to prove to people that I’m not a blatantly overused and ridiculous term. If they want to assume I’m a slut because you can see the frame of my body, they can go ahead. They’re the one’s making assumptions without knowing who I really am.


I Don’t Take Slutty Seriously

I Don’t Take Slutty Seriously
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