Meh Didn't Feel Real
The Green Pill of Toxicity Strikes Again.
So, Irish bitch here, grew up in Ardoyne, Belfast, so lets say, I'm pretty clued in when it comes to Irish attitudes towards this kinda malarky.
Anyway, I kinda don't care watch happens to Gia, given she joins in and allows what she allows.
What does she allow?
Well, the first thing that groups of men agree on, when they ally up to fight other groups of men, is that what the soldiers do to "their" women, doesn't get touched, because they are fighting wars.
I have the stats of Belfast sex crimes, ans West Belfast, the home of republican and loyalist paramilitaries, only has a fifth of the sex crime convictions that each other area of Belfast, each one had more than five more than West Belfast.
Anyway, Gia lets "other women" get raped by the soldiers around her and her boss will let it happen too. This is what hierarchial men must allow.
So its kinda hard to empathise with her and its like, she is trained to traumatise, why do I care when she gets traumatised back?
Oh, because the human resources asshole in her life, has decided he likes to have an emotional whipping boy as a partner.
Morally Green Patriarchial Parable.
Snorefest.
So remember, able bodied neurotypical unseen, unsexed and unloved women, every time you call them a groupie, a puck bunny, or "other women", you lament men can agree to dehumanise certain types of women, usually hypersexual neurodiverse women whom the dehumanisers actually target. When you write that, you join Gia in the Sack of Sexism.