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.

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

  1. “Give me one accomplishment of Mary’s that didn’t involve her vagina “ She opens my eyes more even Though I think it can’t open anymore

  2. Um, Mary was hand-picked by God to deliver his son. Having such a special relationship with God before being chosen seems like an accomplishment to me.

  3. First time I was catcalled I was 12… “you gon let me get that ass, girl?”

  4. What a violent, over-emotional psychopath! Communist in the making. Just because she has issues, doesn't mean the system is wrong or rigged against her.
    Biological differences are at the basis of all sex specific culture differences. All women naturally want to beautify themselves and their surroundings to a lesser or greater degree. The more pretty you are, the more power and possibility opens up to you if you are a woman. This is true cross-culturally.
    All men naturally want to strengthen themselves and their surroundings to a lesser or greater degree. The stronger you are, the more attractive and respectable you are seen as if you are a man. This is also true cross-culturally.

    The reason all cultures through all ages and even our closest animal relatives hold these sex values in common is because they stem from our biology and are irreplaceable. This has been proven scientifically time after time again. But feminists are not scientists, they are ideologues, and will resist empirical fact at any cost, even if they will degenerate human societies by doing so. This is why feminists are dangerous to themselves and others and must be stopped.

  5. I never thought that this poem really applied to me, but I came back to it aging and found that I understood it better than before. I think that’s sad.

  6. “give me a god i can relate to” damn that’s deep and truthful

  7. Amazing poem, but I can’t help but notice the shadow on her chin that looks like a beard.

  8. This was the slam of all the slam poems every single thing she said related to half of the women watching this

  9. I think society nowadays has have me treat men as if they don't give kindness. I have guy friends and they are more 'loving' towards me than all of my girl friends. When guys give me compliment s, its always "stop trying" as if I will not appreciate their liking of how I was dressed that day. I feel like guys give me so much kindness, and all I do is look away and ignore the fact that they have given me more 'love' than a girl ever had. I have never been bullied by a guy. Girls have always bullied me, my best friend gossiping behind my back for two years yet it was my guy friend that stood up for me. As for catcalling, I ignore it as it is an immature behavior that I would not like repeated. For touching, I stood up for myself once, and those group of boys have avoided me for four years now. Us girls are so lucky in this world yet we are so blinded.

  10. "Give me one accomplishment of Mary's that did not involve her vagina"
    Oh you know…. going her whole life without sin.

  11. “Give me one accomplishment of Mary’s that did not involve her vagina” POWERFUL

  12. I had a teacher touch me in an uncomfortable way many times and I told the office and all he said was “well some teachers are just a little more comfortable with their students” and this made me realize how wrong he was and I want to cry

  13. “Once my friend and I got cat-called and she said fuck You, and I said thank you. Like I was trained to” why is this true

  14. "She said fuck you, I said thank you
    Like I was trained to"
    This one actually made my chest hurt a little

  15. This is why I prefer to stay inside than go out with my friends. This is why I haven't worn makeup since I quit dance for feeling uncomfortable when the male judges looked at me and gave me hugs when I did not know them, I was five. This is why I prefer to shout profanities with people my age than be polite.

  16. " This is not female privilege, this is SURVIVAL OF THE PRETTIEST "

  17. 'we are the girls petrified of the business school boys who learn to manifest success by not taking no for an answer'

  18. Being “pretty” and “hot” in this world is a RULE is not an “option”, is not a “choice” ur pretty ur hot or ur NOTHING!!! I hear girls skinny and pretty girl in my class talking about “like” and how “CUTE” they look on a picture or in that dress, they talk about there hair, there nail, the diets and exercises that they should be doing… WHILE I AM HERE THINKING WHHYYYY UR BEAUTIFUL UR SMART UR STONG THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!!!! THIS WORLD IS NOT ONLY HOW GOOD U LOOK HOW MUCH AND WHAT U EAT!!!! IS ABOUT UR LIFE UR CHOICES U LIKE THE DRESS U LIKE U LOOKS U LIKE THE “like” U GET AND THE “comments” PEOPLE POST THEM GOOD FOR U BUT PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!! OPEN UR EYES DO U EVEN KNOW HALF OF THE PEOPLE THAT FALLOW U!!! DO U EVEN CARE HOW MUCH DAMAGE UR BODY TAKES JUST SO U CAN “look” PRETTY!!! Ur Beautiful just the way u are u don’t need some likes and comment and random people telling u that u should know this u should own this since the day u were born… TALK ABOUT THAT GREAT JOB U DID IN THAT PROJECT!!! BRAG ABOUT HOW GOOD U CAN PAINT!!! HOW AMAZING U ARE AT SPORTS!!! HOW FABULOUS U CAN BE WEN U DANCE!!! But stop with this shallow topic… speak of this a few time I won’t care… but wen Every time u speak the same thing comes out of that smart mouth my hart turn sad and I get ANGRY THAT PEOPLE TURN SO SHALLOW WEN THERE SO PERFECT JUST THE WAY U ARE!!!!

  19. This is inspiring and amazing! But do you ever wonder why all the people who say these things and compete in these things have the same exact voice???

  20. This is so true,girls are taught from a young age to act nice for a shield but being to nice shows you are naughty. I was taught that at 8. 8. I hate going outside and being nervous on what I'm wearing and who sees me,I wear covering clothes after I see guys give that look and get close. I just wish this wasn't how it was,that's all I want God to do but that's not how it works. If only it did.

  21. “Give me one accomplishment of Mary’s that did not involve her vagina” ya know has anyone ever thought that god is a rapist

  22. I love Blythe Baird’s pieces a lot. I come back to this one and “pocket sized feminism” a lot. Very powerful

  23. 99% of comments are repeats of lines from the poem
    whilst 1% are normal comments or criticism

  24. "Male kindness is so alien to us, we assume it is seduction every time"

    This is so true, I remember from growing up and even until now if I am kind to girls they assume I want to date them. I can't just call them adorable, or say that they look beautiful today and not have some sort of reason beyond believing it and wanting to make them smile..

  25. Girl Code 101

    We are the finaglers
    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, 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 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 tarries, waved detentions, honorable mentions, lush floral dresses.
    16, we are the public school mannequin.
    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 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 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 learn 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 adams 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 and opinionless 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.

  26. oh you were cat called aged 9 !
    truth bomb .. i've seen girls as young as six displaying their bodies (deliberatly) in the company of handsome men , in the instinctive hope of gaining favour . time to grow up girls , before you get a short sharp crack to the jaw .

  27. I don't get cat called becuase the people I walk with would kill them

    And I'm pretty ugly.

  28. 1:17 exactly what my guidance counselor asked me. “What were you wearing” counselor “I was wearing a hoodie and some sweatpants”-me “well maybe you shouldn’t have worn that” counselor or maybe SOME boys should be raised how to treat a girl. Why do we have to live in fear every morning of what we are putting on may put us at risk.

  29. notice at the end she said trained instead of taught. It may not have been intended the way I took it but it really spoke to me

  30. "well what where you wearing" i just need to say something

    IF I JUST GOT RAPED AND SOMEBODY WHO IS MEANT TO HELP ME ASKS ME WHAT I WAS WEARING LIKE I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN LIKE DUDE I WAS WEARING CLOTHES THEN HE SAW AND OPPORTUNITY

  31. is it sad the first man that slapped my ass…
    was my own damn father

  32. This is so good. Every line is laced with so much truth. Growing up with the Internet did give me the voice to be able to be verbally beat the shit out of anyone who decided to fuck with literally anyone. You don't know if that girl is gay. She may not be innocent but she deserves respect. To all my fellow women, yelling at someone to fuck off and get at all shamed is an option. Then you can tell them to fuck off more.

  33. "Male kindness is so alien to us we assume it's seduction"
    Girl that is so true

  34. This girl deserves an award for her performance. That was incredible

  35. This whole poem really hit home for me. I try to be nice especially when someone is making me uncomfortable. When people cat call me, I ignore it and move on. But I'm lucky. I refuse to draw attention to myself which makes it easier to feel safe, but im a coward. Idk what im trying to say, but this poem says it all.

  36. Literally every sentence was an amazing one!! This poem is so amazing and I can't get over it now

  37. See my school has a thing called slap ass friday and i feel like an ass now😭

  38. 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.

  39. “give me one accomplishment of mary’s that did not envolve her vagina” damn that hit

  40. "This is not female privilege. This is survival of the prettiest" Holy. This is incredible.

  41. 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.

  42. 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.

  43. I want to meet her one day she is such a positive role model

  44. I live for the "YEAH!" guy at 1:38

  45. 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

  46. "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 😑

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

  48. 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.

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

  50. 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?

  51. aren't we talking about the man screaming "EY" after she said "this is survivial of the prettiest"

  52. "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.

  53. "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.

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