To make things clear, in this trope, the MC enjoys reading instead of partying, baggy pants instead of tight jeans, and stuff like that. You might think there's not a problem with this, but YES, THERE IS. You know why?
Because the MC sometimes calls the girly girls "Sl*ts".
It's not quirky to make fun of girls who enjoy vibrant colors, make-up, and tight outfits. It's not relatable, calling all of them wh*res. It's not funny to insult someone just because they put a lot of effort into their looks. It's also not quirky to be depressed and have abusive parents. There are actually people who suffer from depression and a dysfunctional family, and it's very disrespectful to write this sort of stuff and turn it into some kind of quirky trait.
And not to mention, MC, you're not different at all. There are plenty of girls out there in the world who enjoy baggy clothes and more masculine accessories/garments.
Some people might not see a problem with this type of shit, but I do. If you think this type of MC is relatable, suit yourself.
Anyway, enough ranting. Here's what a typical "I'm not like other girls" story would go. Audience, please brace yourself for the cringe.
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Bold text = Faith's Commentary
Italic Text = MC's dumbass story and shit
Bold+Italic Text = MC's Thoughts
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Ok, the story's starting. Everyone got your popcorn? Got your curse words at the ready? Got any holy water? Great. I'll just put the tape into the TV...
Hi. My name is Mary James Sue. I am depressed and have blonde hair and blue orbs. I think I'm very ugly, even though I look like a supermodel. I get bullied in school by popular mean girls and bad boys who press me to a wall and threaten me. I'm not like other girls, I'm smart and I like baggy clothes because for some reason all the other girls wear tight jeans, tight skirts, and tight shirts. Also, I don't like going to parties and I read books and draw instead.
Wow, right off the bat, you're making us listen to your entire life story? Psh, I've got better things to do, but since I and my readers have to suffer, I'll let you continue.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!! My alarm clock began to ring. I slammed my mighty fist into it and groaned. "UGH!!! Why does it have to ring so early!? I have to sleep!"
Uh, Because you set the time?
"Oh Honey! It's time for school!" My mom yelled cheerfully downstairs. I rolled over and cuddled my fluffy blanket.
"Fine, whatever," I muttered. I got up and slipped on my slippers. I put on a baggy hoodie and baggy jeans. I don't put as much effort into my looks as the other girls in school. I don't get why any of them would want to wear such tight clothes.
Lady, when it comes to some of us, the effort you speak of probably doesn't exist. My face is caked with zits. Do I wear makeup? No. Do I wear tight jeans? Yes, sometimes, though I'm very self-conscious. AM I A SL*T? NO. Plus, again, just because some people put effort into their looks doesn't mean they're a frigging gardening tool.
I go inside the bathroom and tie my golden hair into a messy bun.
Ah yes. The classic messy bun.
I look at myself in the mirror. Ugh, I'm so ugly! I thought, despite looking like a supermodel. I had no confidence, so I decided to put on some make-up. I don't get why other girls go around all day caking their faces with makeup.
M'lady, "other girls" have feelings too. Quit judging them without even knowing a thing, you ignorant pest. Also, what a damn hypocrite!
I went downstairs and ate my breakfast.
I really wasn't looking forward to this new semester.
Jeez! Stop being so down.
[Time Skip]
I walked through the halls, clutching my books to my chest. My backpack felt extra heavy, for some reason. Please ignore me... I begged to myself. I didn't want anyone to bully me. I feel so lonely, without any friends.
W-what? Excuse me? You're avoiding people ALL THE TIME. How do you even get friends with that attitude? At least try to be nice and stop judging people, for Christ's sake.
I opened my new locker and put my things inside. Suddenly, the locker door slammed shut, and the school's bad boy, Axel was leaning on it. I clenched my fists, glaring at him.
My honest reaction:
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Now that you know this hell hole that is Wattpad a bit more, let's move on, shall we? I don't want to linger here any longer.
