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Like, I’m standing here, totally existing in a vacuum of social constructs, right? You’re looking for a girl like me, but honestly, what even is a "girl" today? Is it the aesthetic? The performative labor? The way I hold my iced latte? I’m deconstructing my essence while you’re just looking for a date, it’s, like, so passΓ©. I’m not a noun, I’m a verb, a process, a constant state of becoming, You want a traditional archetype, but honey, the binary is totally succumbing. I’m fluid, I’m fragmented, I’m a walking, talking critique of the patriarchy, And you’re just, like, standing there waiting for me to fit into your hierarchy. ’Cause girls like me? We’re, like, totally a theoretical framework, Not a trophy for your shelf or a project for your homework. I need a partner who understands the nuance of the gendered gaze, Or I’m, like, totally gonna exit this heteronormative maze. Yeah, girls like me. I’m, like, literally exhausted by the weight of these societal expectations, My identity is a collage of ironic gestures and complex negotiations. You want a "girl like me"? Define "like," define "me," and define the power dynamic, Your lack of intersectional awareness is, like, totally, aggressively manic. "Wait, are you, like, actually serious right now? You’re just gonna walk through that door without holding it? Like, I know we’re deconstructing the patriarchal power structures, but that’s just, like, so rude" So, like, keep your flowers and your outdated notions of romantic pursuit, I’m busy dismantling the system while wearing this vintage, ironic suit. If you can’t handle the ambiguity of my ontological status, Then, like, don’t even bother trying to calculate our compatibility apparatus. ’Cause girls like me? We’re, like, totally a theoretical framework, Not a trophy for your shelf or a project for your homework. I need a partner who understands the nuance of the gendered gaze, Or I’m, like, totally gonna exit this heteronormative maze. Yeah, girls like me. "And don’t even get me started on the check. You’re really gonna make me split this? After I spent, like, three hours explaining the performative nature of my identity to you? That is, like, the ultimate micro-aggression. My labor is not free, babe. Pay the bill." Like, seriously. It’s a construct. Total vibe shift. Bye.