i bet a HUGE number of vampire hunters would develop obsessive compulsive symptoms around the possibility of being a vampire. carrying around a little compact mirror so they can compulsively check for a reflection. saying DON’T INVITE ME IN to anyone who opens a door for them, and if they forget they have to walk out and tell the person to revoke the invitation. spending hours after counting anything obsessively wondering if they did it compulsively you get the picture
hello, it’s me, enlightened historical fiction feminist heroine. i hate being forced to wear my long hair gathered up neatly and securely behind my head. oh how i long to let it flow free and whip around wildly in the wind and get in my face and my eyes and my mouth and get snagged on everything
why would i ever want to wear plain period appropriate hairstyle that focuses on practicality because i am absolutely busy during the day unless i’m upper class when i could instead appeal to specific luxurious 21st century marketable beauty norms
I also resent to wear my corset. I want to feel my boobs to bounce freely as I ride my horse, and back support is an act of oppression!!
I am forced to wear long, loose skirts which allow me to move freely and can be easily tucked up out of the way while providing a useful makeshift bag. Why oh why must I be trapped, when I could be wearing stiff trousers with no pockets?
I know! I shall secretly wear trousers (with braces) under my dress to show my refusal of tradition! Boy I sure am glad I was born without the need to piss!
Why should I do women’s work that is inherently inferior to men’s work? I don’t need to sew! I will get my clothes from Target. Clothes are unimportant and girly and I will demonstrate this by getting muddy and stained and tearing my skirts and destroying hundreds of labor hours of that aforementioned women’s work.
