Somewhat of a theme with the post preceding this one…

Let’s talk about placeholder women for a minute, shall we?

Let’s talk about substitute women.

Let’s talk about stopgap women.

Let’s talk about the myriad ways men simply use and discard women once we become difficult, complex.

Let’s talk about how hard it is to trust men, how deftly men weave webs of false intimacy, how quickly all that disappears once someone they actually respect enough to make a real effort with comes along.

Let’s talk about how all these are varying degrees of gaslighting women.

Let’s talk about how men drive women crazy with all this, then laugh at us for getting emotional about any of it.

Let’s talk about how sneaky emotional fakery can be.

Deviousness is such a feminized word, but let’s talk about the natural skill men have for it.

Let’s talk about how socializing us to be “good” women means priming us for all of this, not for anything real.

Let’s talk about being the most convenient woman around, then about what becomes of you once you’ve been humanized, and are no longer so convenient.

Let’s talk about the humiliation in discovering what you’ve been treated as this late in life.

Let’s talk about that very particular, yet so common, degradation of a woman.

Let’s talk about how she forgives herself for allowing herself to be used in such a way.

I don’t know how. Do you?




Little Armenia, 25 February 2016.
© Eleanore Studer

It’s a horrible, substantially lacking, dirty word; often thrown at impressionable children by well-meaning, short-sighted¬†adults. But that’s not important right now. /rim shot

In this scenario, it means something¬†more like its use in, say, the physics term “potential energy.” As in, perhaps someday, I will post something of substance in this space!

But, for now, it’s just a space with a URL I don’t much care for, because WordPress support is nonexistent. Consider this a placeholder for potential content to come.