Feminism and donkeys

And Qingxuan still seems to be ignorant, always thinking that it is the character of the god of learning.But this contest will eventually be placed in front of her one day.

Like ordinary female high school students, Qingxuan also had a crush on someone.

That boy is the most popular type among girls on campus, with a handsome face, sunny and cheerful personality, athletic and vigorous figure, there are so many things, God gave him all the love.

Many girls like to pass by him and create various encounters;

When he appeared, their voices became shrill and coquettish, and they often couldn't help but sneak glances at him as they pretended to be chatting with friends.

Of course, Qingxuan also has a good impression of him, and every time he takes notes for him, he carefully marks them with post-it notes, which is more considerate than others.

Such an excellent skin, who doesn't like it.

But at the moment when the boy was walking towards Qingxuan, her eyelids twitched, with an ominous premonition.

During the big break, high school students gathered in groups, laughing and joking, pushing and shoving each other from time to time, and finally pushed out one of the boys with exquisite facial features. He staggered and came to Qingxuan.

Behind this boy, a group of male classmates winked and whispered from time to time, and their attention was always focused on them.

He raised his eyebrows and looked forward to the sky: "Qingxuan, don't you think Xunhui is more beautiful?"

In an instant, Qingxuan's scalp tingled, and he immediately knew their intentions.

Language shapes the subject.Once the call is made, both Qingxuan and Xunhui are the objects to be stared at.

I speak from my heart, language and subconscious construct each other, no matter whether or not the person being called responds and how to respond, it has been defined by the man who asked the question.

So no matter whether Qingxuan answers or remains silent, agrees or denies, once they are compared by the opposite sex, they are all inferior.

She suddenly widened her eyes, staying only for half a second, full of stress, and answered loudly: "Isn't this nonsense? You have eyes?"

This farce happened to be seen by Xun Hui who just came from the back door. The moment the boy finished speaking, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails dug into her palms, and her chest heaved.

She glanced at the blushing male classmate with disdain, and could almost guess what he was going to say next.

This is a straightforward humiliation, she can't bear to be said to be inferior to Qingxuan in person, it is like tearing off her face and throwing it on the ground.

Just as he was about to grab the door and leave, Qingxuan made a sound.

All the spectators present were disappointed. They shrugged their shoulders and curled their lips, feeling bored.

Looking at Qingxuan with wide eyes, the boy stood on the spot and touched his nose, opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something, but gave up again, finally looked back at her, and followed the crowd to scatter.

Xun Hui froze in place, unable to explain what was going on in his mind.

She felt stupid.

Qingxuan didn't care about this competition at all, but was proud of having a friend like Xunhui.But he is like a villain, obsessing about the other party's advantages.

Heh, she is simply the villainous female supporting role in the novels read by the girls in the class. In fact, she already has enough, but she is still not satisfied.

When everyone thought that they would dissatisfy and criticize each other, and deliberately provoke conflicts to watch the two fight, Qing Xuan frankly admitted that he was not as good as Xun Hui, and resolved the farce.

Has Qingxuan lost, it seems not.

It should be said that she showed a pure heart.

She doesn't care about fame and winning or losing at all, but she still defends her opponent. In the end, who will win without a fight?

However, they learn from each other to solve problems, are companions in physical education class, and give sanitary napkins during menstruation. They are obviously partners, comrades-in-arms, and win-win cooperation at the same table.

Why is she so unable to control herself when she encounters comparisons made by the opposite sex?

Since then, Xunhui's mood has become more complicated.

Maybe her own thoughts were wrong at the beginning, but she couldn't let go of her knot.

She pays more attention to this deskmate than anyone else. During extracurricular activities, her eyes are glued to Qingxuan. In self-study classes, she always secretly observes Qingxuan's homework progress. , the two chatted a few words, or argued endlessly with each other.

But Qingxuan was very depressed. Do men like to act as judges to rank women so much? What kind of things are they criticizing the gods of learning? What gives them the power to criticize women?

In student days, men often gain group identity through confrontation, suppression, and humiliation of the other sex.It is not women of the opposite sex who guarantee that men are men, but men of the same sex—the sexual subjectification of men is sanctioned by the male group.

The lack of gender culture in the overall environment, misogyny is strengthened and stimulated in the collective pleasure of the male community, and speeches that objectify women, slander humiliation, mock women’s rights, ignore and weaken the plight of women are even more powerful on the Internet. Group community connection.

The moment he was called to ask questions, Qingxuan was angry and anxious, and gave the answer without thinking.She really thinks that Xun Hui is prettier than her, and it's nothing to be honest.

However, if men with superior skins, rich families, and growing up surrounded by love still can't learn to respect, like to objectify women, and put their classmates on a tray as commodities to compare with each other, then is there such a thing as "goodness" in this world? "Good man".

What's even more sad is that in the public, the boy who was crushed said that he is not as good as her, which is tantamount to a disguised rejection, directly denying Qingxuan's eager heart.

Qingxuan just felt uncomfortable, his chest seemed to be out of breath, and his heart seemed to be ripped away, empty.

She sighed, buried her head in the crook of her arms, her whole body was exhausted.

Qingxuan thinks that her liking is more or less valuable. This feeling makes her happy, brisk, and motivated. It makes her look forward to going to school every day, looking forward to every meeting, and every sentence of dialogue can make her heart jump. It didn't stop, even though the other party quickly averted his gaze when he caught her gaze, she was still very happy.

But at this moment she was confused, and Qingxuan felt that her body was very heavy.

Bringing the private joke to the surface, it shows that he doesn't care about her face, and his own feelings are worthless to him.

Children of this age always think that they are adults, and no matter how uncomfortable the negative emotions are, they have to digest them by themselves.

Qingxuan was depressed for a while, and she didn't tell anyone about it. She didn't read the book, and just lay on the table, half-conscious and half-awake.

Seeing this, Xunhui stared at Qingxuan for a while, then asked her to borrow a book.

She said that anyway, she reads books in class and takes a break after class, so she can open her eyes and see what books her deskmate likes to read, and learn from others' strengths to make up for her own shortcomings.

Books are spiritual food, and after ingestion, they will grow into blood and flesh and become an inseparable part of the human body.

But Xunhui is not like Qingxuan who does not refuse anyone who comes. She has a taste and reads selectively.

She only takes 30 minutes to read every day. She is rational and restrained. She often takes notes and prefers to think deeply.

As soon as she encountered something she didn't understand, she began to pull Qingxuan out of the confusion, and asked questions tirelessly, like a curious baby, full of momentum to break the casserole and ask the end, and it was over as soon as the time came, and she never missed it.

Before Qingxuan began to immerse himself in sleep to heal a broken relationship, he was awakened by Xunhui and had to answer one by one.

However, Xunhui is flexible and never loves to fight. On the contrary, his mind is often brought into endless thinking by Xunhui, and he feels very uncomfortable.

Now Qingxuan couldn't fall asleep either, so he could only bite the bullet and continue reading, looking for answers.

As soon as she flipped through the book, she couldn't help but sigh again how serious Xue Shen was in doing everything. The books she lent out were densely packed with annotations, red, blue, and black, marked in different colors.

In the end, she gave her all the books that Xun Hui was interested in. After all, she only read them once, and they were very new.

Xunhui also accepted it and thanked him.

After going back and forth, Qingxuan's attention was constantly diverted, and he quickly walked from the failure of unrequited love to the ocean of knowledge.

When seeing the boy again, Qingxuan had no troubles, and even wondered why he liked him in the first place, his face was not as good-looking as before, right?

Loving men seems to be part of the factory settings. Under the admiration and maintenance of men and their symbols in the general environment, the requirements for men have been low enough to take a bath every day, dress neatly, and do not smoke or drink. It is inevitable for them to have a good impression of men with superior looks. thing.