Blythe Baird – “Girl Code 101” (NPS 2014)


GIRL CODE 101 We are the finaglers. The exceptions. The
girls who have not run the mile in four years, who layer deep V-necks
with excuses. Eyelashes bat wiffle balls at the male gym teachers. We are the girls taught
to survive by using our bodies as swiss army knives, calculated scrunched nose giggles
and friendly forearm lingers You’re-so-funny-please-don’t-touch-me. We convince ourselves
there is protection in being polite. No, you go first. Girls: we have to be nice. Male kindness is so alien
we assume it is seduction every time. We remember age 9,
the first time we are catcalled. 12, fraudulent bodies
calling us women before we have the chance to. 13, the year dad says
wearing short skirts in the city is like driving without a seatbelt. 15, we are the unmarked tardies,
waived detentions, honorable mentions in lush floral dresses. 16, we are the public
school mannequins. 17, we know the answer
but do not raise our hands. Instead, we are answering to guidance
counselors who ask us, Well, what were you wearing? Their voices: clink-less toasts. We are let off the hook
from hall monitors, retired football coaches who blow kisses and whisper Little Miss Lipstick into our ears
in the high school cafeteria. We shiver, but hey- at least we still get away
without wearing our student ID’s. This is not female privilege;
this is survival of the prettiest. We are playing the first game we learned how
to. We are the asses smacked
by boys who made welcome mats of our yoga pants. We are easily startled. Who
wouldn’t be? We are barked at from the street. We are the girls petrified
of the business school boys who were taught to manifest success by refusing to take no
for an answer. And I wonder what it says about me
that I feel pretty in a dress, but powerful in a suit. If misogyny has been coiled
inside of me for so long I forget I will not stand
before an impatient judge with an Adam’s apple, hand
grasping gavel, ready to pound a wooden mark. Give me a God
I can relate to. Commandments from a voice both soft and powerful. Give me one accomplishment of Mary’s
that did not involve her vagina. Give me decisions,
a wordless wardrobe, an opinion- less dress. Give me a city where my body
is not public property. Once, my friend and I
got catcalled on Michigan avenue and she said Fuck You while I said Thank You,
like I was trained to.

43 Replies to “Blythe Baird – “Girl Code 101” (NPS 2014)

  1. Girls are such pussies. Can you seriously not deal with some random thirsty guy looking for a snack? It’s not that big a deal, guys get objectified to. The act like they’re so high and might like they’re the victims but they just exaggerate for attention 🙄 and what were you wearing is a reasonable question. If you’re wearing a short ass skirt who wouldn’t wanna hit that? Like just don’t look like a slut and you’ll be fine.

  2. Girl code 101
    We are the finaglers
    We are the exceptions
    The girls who have not run the mile in 4 years
    Who layer deep V necks with excuses
    Eyelashes bat wiffle balls at the male gym teachers
    We are the girls taught to survive by using our bodies as swiss army knives
    Calculated scrunch nose giggles and friendly forearm lingers
    Your-so-funny-please-dont-touch-me
    We convince oursleves there is protection in being polite
    No, you can go first
    Girls: we have to be nice
    Male kindness is so alien to us, we assume it is seduction, every time.
    We remember age 9, the first time we got catcalled
    12, fradulent bodies calling us woman before we have the chance to
    13, the year dad says wearing short skirts in the city is like driving without a seatbelt.
    15, we are the unmarked tardies, waived detentions and honorable mentions in lush floral dresses
    16, we are the public school mannequins.
    17, we know the answer but do not raise our hands.
    Instead, we are answering to guidance counselors who asks us, well what were you wearing?
    Their voices clink-less toasts
    We are let off the hook from hall monitors, retired football coaches who blow kisses and whisper Little Miss Lipstick into our ears in the highschool cafeteria
    We shiver but hey- atleast we still get away without wearing our student ID's
    This is not female privilige, this is the survival of the prettiest.
    We are playing the first game we learned how to
    We are the asses smacked by boys who made welcome mats of our yoga pants.
    We are easily startled.
    Who wouldn't be?
    We are barked at from the street
    We are the girls petrified of the business school boys who were taught to manifest success by refusing to take no for an answer
    And I wonder what it says about me that I feel pretty in a dress but powerful in a suit.
    If misogyny has been coiled inside of me for so long
    I forget I will not stand before an impatient judge with an Adam's apple, hand grasping gavel, ready to pound a wooden mark
    Give a God I can relate to
    Commandments from a voice both soft and powerful.
    Give me one accomplishment of Mary's that did not involve her vagina.
    Give me decissions, a wordless wardrobe, an opinion-less dress
    Give me a city were my body is not public property.
    Once, my friend and I got catcalled on Michigan avenue and she said Fuck you, while I said Thank you, like I was trained to.

  3. I can't stand your fucking voice or looking at those hideous fucking facial expressions long enough to listen to this. That's the real shame, here.

  4. this came on bc of auto play and i honestly expected it to be like an annoying rant, but damn. that was encaptivating with truth

  5. "Give me a god I can relate to, tell me one of Mary's achievements that doesn't involve her vagina" that is why I worship Lucifer 😑

  6. My friend and I got catcalled on Michigan ave when she said fuck you I said thank you …. like I was trained to

  7. ONCE MY FRIEND AND I GOT CATCALLED ON MICHIGAN AVENUE
    AND SHE SAID FUCK YOU
    WHILE I SAID THANK YOU
    LIKE I WAS TRAINED TO.

  8. “Wearing short skirts in the city is like driving without a seat belt”-Blythe Baird Damn it 😬woman that quote though ❤️

  9. My boyfriend emotionally manipulates me and I know he treats me like shit. But fuck I’m still in love with him. Every day I’m with him is painful, but I’m scared that it will be worse if I’m not… what should I do?

  10. "My friend and i got cat called she said fuck while i said thank you like i was trained" this hits me so hard because girls are just rude for standing up for our selves, because its usually blown off as a joke.

  11. "Girl code 101. We are the fanagelars, the exceptions, the girls who have not run the mile in 4 years, who layer deep v necks with excuses. Eyelashes bat wiffle balls at the Male gym teachers. We are the girls taught to survive by using our bodies as swiss army knives. Calculated scrunched nose, giggles, and friendly forearm lingers 'you're so funny please don't touch me'. We convince ourselves there is protection in being polite, 'no you can go first'. Girls we have to be nice. Male kindness is so alien to us we assume it is subduction every time.

    We remember age 9 the first time we are catcalled. 12 fraudulent bodies calling us women before we have the chance to. 13 the year dad says wearing short skirts in the city is like driving without a seatbelt. 15 we are the unmarked tardies waved detentions and honorable mentions in lush floral dresses. 16 we are the public school mannequins. 17 we know the answer but do not raise our hands, instead we are answering to guidance counselors who ask, 'well what were you wearing,' there voices clinkless toasts. We are left off the hook from hall monitors, retired football coaches who blow kisses and whisper 'little miss lipstick' into our ears in the high school cafeteria, we shover but hey at least we still get off without wearing out student IDs.

    This is not female privilege this is survival of the prettiest, we are playing the first game we learned how to. We are the a***s smacked by boys who made welcome mats of our yoga pants. We are easily startled who wouldn't be, we are barked at from the street.

    We are the girls petrified of the business school boys who learned how to manifest success by refusing to take no for an answer. And I wonder what it says about me that I feel pretty in a dress, but powerful in a suit. If misogyny has been coiled inside of me for so long I forgot, I will not stand before an impatient judge with an Adam's apple hand grasping gavel ready to pound a wooden mark. Give me a God I can relate to. Commandments from a voice both soft and powerful. Give me 1 accomplishment of Mary's that didn't involve her vagina. Give me decisions a wordless wardrobe, an opinionless dress. Give me a city were my body is not public property. Once my friend and got catcalled on Michigan Avenue, and she said F**k you while I said thank you like I was trained to.

  12. Everyone at schools get mad at dress codes. I do to. I dont get why my sexy knees and shoulders turn boys on and have to covered. I dont get why us girls have to dress to keep the boys in control when that isn't our reason for going to school. I dont get why your a slut if your thighs are showing or a bra strap is showing. Ummm excuse me I didnt know it was such a secret girls wear bras and we have to cover that up and be ashamed if it shows. The only thing I get is that if you follow the dress code you don't have to worry about boys noticing you and trying to tale advantage. Instead you will be teased and be the outsider of your entire school. Yeah it's totally a win win no matter which way you go

  13. “Once, my friend and I got catcalled, and she said fuck you, while I said thank you, like I was trained to.” Damn.

  14. "Once my friend and I got catcalled on Michigan avenue and she said, "Fuck you" while I said "thank you" like I was trained to" oh jeez

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