What I don't understand is how this guy isn't in the hospital after getting the shit kicked out of him in the dead of night with no witnesses.

Reason #1: where commenters assaulted the pictures with awful comments of a sexual nature.

The girls I knew that were beat up/harassed daily for being SLUTS hadn’t even held a guy’s hand before. They just had breasts.

Oh God. I just realized I believed a lot of rumors way back in the day. Ugh, we’re an f-ed up species.

I would be willing to bet that most upper class white women would write awful black male characters. I love his overall point though, GRR Martin is a great writer but the character perspective of his women characters (who are lauded) are still so odd. So many descriptions of their own bodies.

older men and relatives making sexual advances on them and taking advantage of their confusion/unawareness at their young age.

I guess I should add that he used to find ways to ‘accidentally” bump into me and stuff all the time. So that’s what lead to said incident.

Being suddenly sexualized, after years of being ignored because I wasn’t one of the “pretty” girls, really fucked with my head at 13. Especially because it wasn’t like the boys suddenly found ME attractive; they just liked my tits. I know this because they didn’t ask me out or want to date me. They just gawked at my…

7th grade. I have ass. Always have. My parents were keenly aware of this and made me aware of it as well. While my little sister, who is not built like me, could wear biker shorts and certain skirts, I could not. My parents weren’t trying to be mean either. They knew. Anyway, I used to wear a long coat ALL THE TIME to…

Sex appeal for a woman, it’s safe to understate, is notably fraught. It’s a power you learn to long for yet simultaneously loathe. It is paradoxical at every turn: You can crave the adoration of men while being made deeply uncomfortable by it when it happens. You can long to be considered beautiful while wishing to…

Shit, I went blond 5 or 6 years ago, and the male attention I get is absolutely unlike anything I ever got with my natural brown hair.

I’m oblivious. Welcome to the club!

I can’t really remember the first time this happened to me (I was a late bloomer) but the I was 16 summer I got my braces off and dyed my hair blonde, and suddenly there were male eyes on me from every direction. Did I mention that I had recently grown d cups? That factored into it. I had always been the weird kid, a…

Despite what MRAs think, I don’t hate men. I really don’t. I know many good, smart, kind men and I know there are millions more out there like them. I have a father I respect, a male partner I adore, men friends who mean the world to me. But when I read threads like this, I have to actively remind myself not to hate…

I was one of the first girls to get breasts in school, so basically I was miserable for an 8 month period. SO MUCH BULLSHIT from guys that were like, 12 and trying to tell people that I’d had sex with them.

If you’re a boy writer, it’s a simple rule: you’ve gotta get used to the fact that you suck at writing women and that the worst women writer can write a better man than the best male writer can write a good woman. And it’s just the minimum. Because the thing about the sort of heteronormative masculine privilege,…

I mostly ignored boys in school, totally uninterested. But thinking back, when I first started wearing real bras in 5th grade, boys used to make a game of snapping my bra straps.

I was twelve or thirteen, it was the summer, and I saw my seventh grade history teacher at the grocery store. He stopped and looked me up and down, and then said, “Mmm, you’re looking blonde and tan.” Gag. Also I would like to thank middle school boys for ruining forever the experience of eating a banana without…

Junot Diaz talks a lot about how male privilege fucks both women & men up. He’s basically like “I grew up where it was manly to treat women like shit, and I’m exploring that, how to create landscapes of male privilege for people to read & understand, and that’s my contribution to feminism”

5th grade (‘90 or ‘91). The boy sitting next to me rubbed the hair on my leg and told me I should shave. I did. My Mom was like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??