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Am I too late again?! Wow… not this year. After I missed Halloween as an opportunity to write about bimbo Halloween costumes three years in a row, finally I managed to be on time. That means – for YOU, there is still time left to get a Halloween costume that respects the rule we are going to talk about today: The Halloween Slut rule:
“ In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it. ” – Mean Girls (movie, 2004)
These lines come from Lindsay Lohans Character “Cady Heron” – a “ kinda normal girl ” (arguably natural bimbo) who is confronted with stereotypical “minor bimbos” at her new school, later meeting up at a Halloweenparty, without anyone telling her about the Halloween slut rule, resulting in her dressing up as “the murdered bride”, a classic horror-themed character , being the only girl witch such a horror-related costume and every other hot girl in a sexy, slutty or tarty costume (like it should be). Before we come to the core of this matter, let us first deal with the question you surely have: “Bimbos shouldn’t wait for Halloween to dress in a slutty way! They should dress like that 365 days a year! Why do they need a special occasion to do so?” – Well, you are right, they don’t. Of course every bimbo should dress in slutty, revealing, feminine and emphasizing ways ALL THE TIME , which is why we have so many bimbo styling rules dealing with these things . These rules apply ALL THE TIME, EVERY SINGLE DAY and so bimbos don’t need an excuse or a special holliday to dress like a total slut. They do it anyways! However, Halloween gives a bimbo the opportunity to take the sexappeal of her styling to a whole new level and wear things she absolutely coudn’t wear any other day. We talked about many bimbo suitable costumes before, but those wouldn’t be really acceptable outside of the bedroom (apart from the bimbo secretary for an office job or the bimbo bride for her wedding ) – or would you think a bimbo should dress as a bimbo nurse or Jessica Rabbit just on a regular night out in the club? See? I don’t think so either. Halloween is the perfect opportunity to go out with these stylings and draw all the attention from everyone! Within our series about bimbo cosplay , we will examine MANY different, bimbo suitable costumes, although we already discovered many – but there are indeed some rules we have to pay attention to:
“I spent months to finish my Silent Hill Nurse costume! Isn’t it great?” – Guess what: NOBODY CARES! Every honest man will tell you, that he couldn’t care less, that all your efforts were in vain, that you look like a disgusting wrapped up bum and that he’d rather have a buffalo take a diarrhea dump in his ear instead of hooking up with you (if he isn’t absolutely desperate or some beta)! If he is absolutely honest, he will tell you, that while you look like a huge turn-off – the bimbo over there, that wears that sexy, stylizied, super short 50s nurse uniform, with pristine, white lace-stockings, shiny, white high heeled pumps and the low neckline, heavy make up and no bra – is the real star of the evening! THOSE are the girls we want to see on Halloween! There is always that envious, pathetic, sad excuse of a girl who brags about Halloween sluts – but let HER be the ridiculous looking horror-idiot who is totally out of place among superior, sexy bimbo dolls, dressed up like total sluts – exactly like Cady Heron who makes a fool of herself by NOT paying attention to the Halloween slut rule! The possibilities are endliess: Dress as Sailor Venus, with an ultra short miniskirt and white panties, orange high heels , revealing Jessica Rabbit ( Heidi Klum did this to for her Halloween party , as well as Amy Anderssen and MANY others!) or Hollie Would , a bimbo nun, a bimbo playboy bunny , a bimbo maid , a bimbo schoolgirl , a bimbo bride , a bimbo secretary , Lula from WET – the sexy empire , Bowsette, Princess Peach, Alice in Wonderland, Snowwhite and so on and so on! As I already said, there will be many more examples for bimbo suitable characters and costumes within our bimbo cosplay series . ALWAYS, dress to impress , set the standards and dress like a slut, bimbo suitable and feminine – on Halloween: Go nuts and combine that with bimbo suitable cosplay! Some words to the trainers and bimbo lovers: Although there are girls who see this whole matter in a more differentiated way (and you can CLEARLY see which girl is the better, far more desirable girl and which one is nothing more than a sad excuse for a feminine being at first glance, if you compare both girls with their statements regarding Halloween sluts…), it relies on you to establish the Halloween slut rule for all girls! This doesn’t only mean that you have to make sure that your girl(s) dresses up properly on Halloween, but also you have to make a public statement with your behavior! DO NOT TALK to girls who ignore the bimbo dresscode or who don’t pay attention to the Halloween slut rule! Pretend that they aren’t even there! Give them NO attention whatsoever – NEVER! Focus yourself on the Halloween sluts and pay them all respect and attention you have to offer! THESE are the girls we want, and if both, bimbo trainees, girls AND bimbo lovers and trainers respect these rules… we will have an awesome Halloween! Happy Halloweeeeeen, you guys!
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Sex. Celebrity. Politics. With Teeth
Sex. Celebrity. Politics. With Teeth
There's no insult in the English language like "slut": hurled as abuse, it can have a devastating impact. Being designated a "slut" can be reputation-ruining; however, it can also be taken as a compliment in certain situations, as a signifier of sexual attractiveness. A "good slut" is someone fun, sex-positive, and sexy — such a Samantha! Such a Jessa from GIRLS ! Tequila shots for all my sluts! A "bad slut," on the other hand, is someone who deserves the full force of our collective scorn and disdain. What's the difference, though?
The word "slut" can be used punitively, aggressively, shamingly, chidingly, in seemingly congratulatory manner, jokingly, with complete vitriol, etc. In short, it has no real, clearly-defined meaning. It's a collection of (sometimes contradictory) connotations huddled around an empty set, its only true defining feature being a murky connection to sexual impropriety. According to the dictionary , a "slut" is "a promiscuous woman; especially: PROSTITUTE." (Definition b: "a saucy girl: MINX"). Apparently, it comes from the Norwegian word for "impure liquid," which makes sense, because we sluts are constantly stewing in a collection of impure sauces, like those of the bog from which Grendel emerged.
So, fine, we can all agree that the denotation of "slut" is "a promiscuous woman" — but what even constitutes promiscuity in our era of ever-dissolving sexual prohibitions? Casual sex hasn't been a taboo (or even a source of deep-rooted, lingering shame! Woohoo!) for a long time, now — and, yet, the designation of "slut" lingers on as something we're still permitted, if not tacitly encouraged, to call women who don't have sex the way we think they should.
Enter slutformula.com , a website I came across this morning, that was probably crafted by an angry 15-year-old who lives in the stomach of a Balrog. It claims to contain "the official Slut Formula." Through some sort of complicated algorithm (misogyny x cum-sock/I hate vaginas), the site's author alleges that they're able to calculate your "Sluticity Value." Here's a fun bit of reasoning that accompanies the calculator:
Why the Slut Formula? Why does it only apply to Women? Women can pick and choose who they sleep with while men aren't nearly as picky and must constantly prove themselves while doing the attacking (ex: typically men approach women, not the other way around). Sluticity corrupts, and absolute sluticity corrupts absolutely. With provocative female attire, strict sexual harassment laws against men, and this innate ability to control them via vagina, women are the ones who must accept this responsibility and not abuse the power... if they do they will earn such titles as slut, whore, cock gobbler, etc.
The website, obviously, is a stinking pit of troll-feces that any woman with an ounce of self-awareness would likely know better than to take seriously (case in point: in order to not be a slut at all, at age 28, you can have had, at most: 3 sex partners, 5 kissing partners, and 5 oral sex partners). However, it didn't just hop out of a void, wielding a graph that shows a "linear relationship of sex and slutdom for a female." There are unspoken assumptions and deep-seated values in our society that create an environment in which less blatantly swinish iterations of this line of thinking proliferate.
Last week, Jezebel staff was discussing a recent psychological study that finds that college students who have meaningless sex (which is defined here as "sex with someone the respondent had known for less than a week") are more likely to exhibit "psychological distress." As lead researcher Dr. Melina M. Bersamin told Business Insider , "casual sex was negatively associated with well-being and positively associated with psychological distress." The idea that casual sex isn't always emotionally or physically fulfilling is, obviously, neither shocking nor new. But if casual sex is supposed to be the millennial's playground (no one steal this phrase and use it to name your nightclub because I am having it trademarked), shouldn't we at least be cool with it? Why does it cause us so much distress?
Looking to the lifestyles of twenty-somethings as an indication of what's broken or wrong with our…
The general consensus was that casual sex isn't necessarily easy to be casual about. It involves navigating a veritable minefield of pleasure, expectations, desire, miscommunications, muddled emotions, fun!! (let's not forget), but also of judgment and shame. Taking up the Mantle of Sluticity is not always a simple task, because it's caked with centuries worth of fears and myths and horrible assumptions re: sexually active women. So how does one even go about being successful at casual sex without experiencing emotional consequences? What makes The Perfect Slut?
To be clear, here's a handy list of how to be the Right Amount of Slutty:
The concept is bullshit for a lot of reasons — mostly because it causes women to worry that they're not behaving properly, according to a set of criteria that are both insane and lacking logic or any form of coherence.
Personally, I have always been a terrible slut. In my time at college, the only thing I was worse at than being a cool and fun slut was probably not falling asleep during that CogSci lecture I took by accident. This is because, during my time at college, I was growing up and starting to realize what kind of person I wanted to be. That's a fraught process, and one that almost necessarily involves a lot of insecurity and self-consciousness. A time of great uncertainty about one's own identity, it turns out, is not a ideal time to try and be a fun and carefree casual sexer — I realized this the hard way (i.e., crying under a strobe light at a party while eating a bag of Tostito's).
Having however much sex you want, with people you may or may not know very well, should be enjoyable, it should be easy, and it should never make you second-guess yourself. In other words, it requires that you're comfortable with who you are and what you want, and capable of communicating both of those things. It requires you to have reached a certain level of self-actualization and self-assurance. I wasn't there yet, so I sucked at being casually promiscuous. I projected my anxieties about myself as a person onto the "relationships" I was having, and it put me in a state of mild psychological distress.
What's even more baffling about the Slut Conundrum is that "psychological distress" is caused by pressure on both sides. Yes, negative stereotypes about women who have too much sex abound, but so, too, do stereotypes about women who don't have enough sex. Having had sex with far too few people at a certain age is seen as shameful — maybe in a different way than having had too much sex with too many people is, but it's a real pressure nonetheless. In environments where hooking up casually is the norm, there's a tacit pressure to fit in with one's peers. But when we're not given the right tools — either through a general unwillingness to have frank discussions about sexuality, or through a lack of self-possessed sexual female role models in the media, or through something else entirely — the very desire to "keep up" can be depressing and emotionally draining.
There's a line every woman must walk with her sexual identity. The old, strict, prohibitions around sex have been replaced with a set of nebulous demarcations: yes, you should have premarital sex; you should even have casual sex if you want! But there are certain ways you have to do it and certain patterns of behavior that are acceptable, otherwise you are gross and sad. It's a different type of sexual policing, but it strongly impacts the way we see the world, the way in which we think sex should happen, and what we think should happen afterwards.
I don't think that anyone can pinpoint the fine line between what's perceived as "healthy, sexual woman behavior" and "big slut behavior" (or, conversely, between what's seen as "healthy, sexy woman" and "sad prude"). And that's because it does not really exist. It's just an arbitrary distinction that allows us to malign women as freely — and illogically — as we please.


Eileen’s Story: A Victim For Too Long


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The first time I was raped I was 16 years old. The night exists for me in a series of flash-bulb images that I can neither piece together nor erase from my memory, despite years of trying. I’m still not sure if it was my fault, even though I know it wasn’t.
I don’t think about it very often anymore, but every few years I revisit the spiral of shame, and guilt.
My last clear memory was stumbling away from the crowd, looking for a place to sleep. I was drunk… really drunk. I was being a typical teenager: acting out, rebelling – trying to distance myself from a goody-two-shoes image. Before that night, I had only been to a couple of parties, most of my wild stories were embellishments. My parents were known for being strict, so I didn’t get invited out very often. I w anted desperately to be part of the cool, older crowd who drank and smoked cigarettes. I was thrilled to be at the party, drinking cans of Coors and tossing them in the back yard of the kid whose parents were out of town. I realized m y ride had left without me, I was feeling sick and disoriented and needed to sleep until I could walk home. I found an empty bed, it was a child’s bedroom, I was going to lie down for just a few minutes.
I’m awake and it’s dark. He is inside me. I feel sick. Who is on top of me? “What are you doing?” He grunts. I try to push him away but my arms are weak. “I don’t want to.” I try to pull my underwear up, they’re around my knees. He pins my arm down. “Please.” “Shhh.” “I’m going to be sick.” “Shhh.” He’s getting angry. There’s a crack in the door and I can see wood paneling in the hallway. He finishes on the child’s bed, next to me. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He gets up and walks out. I want to run away, but I’m ashamed and I don’t want anyone to see me. I cry myself to sleep.
I’ve known my rapist since childhood. He was one of the cool kids at my school, a popular jock who was older than me. The next morning, his friend called me a slut and said “don’t worry, I won’t tell his girlfriend.” His girlfriend found out, and soon everyone had heard what a slut I was. Somehow I was more comfortable with being a slut than with being raped, so I accepted it.
And I never told anyone, until now.
I’m afraid to tell my parents. I’m afraid my step-father will read this, figure out who it was, and confront my rapist. I’m nervous about how he’ll feel when he realizes he inadvertently teased me about the events that happened after that night. I forgave him but I’m afraid he won’t forgive himself.
I’m afraid the people in my home town will call me a liar, and judge my parents. I live 3000 miles away now, but my family will have to deal with the backlash.
I’m afraid for my rapist’s wife and children.
But today I’m facing those fears, as much as I can handle at a time. Today, this blog is the beginning of an idea that may or not become big. It’s still anonymous, but that’s okay. It’s all I’m ready for, just yet.
When you’re ready, and want to share, I’m here. We’ll do this together.
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The Four Levels of Slut Sleeping around carries an unfair double standard, but sluttiness does have levels.
by Nathan DeGraaf | June 21, 2006
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Main: Man, she’s a whore?
Nathan: How can you say that? She never got paid.
Main: I stand corrected. She’s a slut.
I think it’s unfair that women are often considered sluts for sleeping around. Women say that this perception of them propagates a double standard because men are never considered sluts for rampant sexual activity. (Although, if that were truly the case, then why do so many women I know call me a slut?) And recently, because I just dumped a girl who cheated on me, I have been pondering exactly what it is that makes a girl a slut .
Now, when I get to pondering, well, sometimes I just have to get out a pen and write down my thoughts. This was one of those times. You see, there are many different kinds of sluts, and there is not one hard and fast rule that simply defines a woman as a slut. But there are (at least) four levels of slut.
“Sadly, the Cheating Slut is really what most men mean when they say ‘slut' or ‘whore.' The first two levels are just people being people.”
This woman is not technically, by definition, a slut. She is the woman who gets stereotyped as a slut simply because she likes to fuck around. This woman typically has no boyfriend (or a boyfriend who doesn’t care that she fucks other men) and simply goes out looking to get laid. She doesn’t feel that she should have to settle down, and she thinks it’s unfair that other women degrade her for this. She is right. She is also one of the reasons I get up in the morning.
Of the last four women I’ve slept with, three fall into this category because (as far as I know), they were not cheating on anyone, were not lying about who they fucked, and were not asking for anything more than sex. Women love sex, too; they should not be blamed for seeking it. Stereotypes hurt everyone. Ironically enough, usually other women hate this girl because she can fuck who she wants, while men bar
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