feminism-always-wins: bimboficationforall: Many of the bimbos I meet eventually confess to something
feminism-always-wins: bimboficationforall: Many of the bimbos I meet eventually confess to something - they like the idea of losing a bit of their individuality. They like the idea of having some of their rough edges smoothed down. They like the thought of somebody removing some of the things that make them, well, them. It makes sense, doesn’t it? If you’re Rebecca or Abigail or Helen, you’ve got a whole complicated, involved, often contradictory interior life to sort through and worry about. If you’re Elizabeth or Kayla or Allison, you’ve got responsibilities and duties and things you’ve got to do, no matter if you want to or not. But if you’re just another bimbo, you don’t have any of that. If you’re just another bimbo, you can just smile and pose with your friends. If you’re just another bimbo, somebody else can take care of the boring stuff for you. If you’re just another bimbo, that’s all you have to worry about being. Go ahead and forget your identity. Embrace the fact that you’re nothing more than one of the crowd - one more eager, needy, bimbo wannabe, shivering with excitement at the idea of losing your self. Give in to it. Admit it. Celebrate it! Reblog this and say “I’m just another bimbo”. See how fun it is to be nothing but one more voice in the crowd. I’m just another bimbo I’m just another bimbo -- source link