Never seems to occur to them that if we’re spitting angry, mad enough to throw things & write OpEds in the New York Times, there’s a reason *smh* Speaking of which
Never seems to occur to them that if we’re spitting angry, mad enough to throw things & write OpEds in the New York Times, there’s a reason *smh* Speaking of which
That’s in part because it’s not an issue where things are striated by color or ethnicity or nationality or whatever - it is literally #YesAllWomen (except for Mayim Bialik, apparently *eyeroll*).
Damon had a really great article on the virtues of wood versus concrete. Well worth a gander for our little friend here.
I completely agree. I’ve done it myself. I hope my comment didn’t come off as blaming because no woman should feel bad or be blamed because of an abuser’s actions. It’s just terrible that we have to do it, the face of humiliation or sometimes as a mechanism to actually ward off possible physical violence.
#OnSomeTopicsWeNeverReadTheComments
...but it is easy to be vocal in support of “women who don’t want to be sexually assaulted”.
We’ve all done it. It’s involuntary, you’re just stunned and desperate to get out of there and out comes this treacherous giggle. Just a defense mechanism that later makes you feel like you betrayed yourself and let down all of womankind for not taking the opportunity to call an asshole on his shitty behavior. It…
Here’s an example from a little while ago, at work there was this guy who was socializing and put his arm around a woman. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it was aggressive, and I didn’t even know if it was unwanted, but I straight up said “Hey [dude’s name], boundaries!”
Here’s a fun thought experiment. If the people perpetrating these mass shootings didn’t have access to guns, how many people would they have shot?
If a woman does not look like she wants to be approached or is in the middle of doing something, don’t approach her. If you approach her and she seems distant, back off. Ask her out once, if she says no back off. Don’t ever touch anyone you don’t know, unless there is an extremely extenuating circumstance.
What the fuckkkkkkk? No. I mean seriously. What the fuck? I mean is this an elaborate troll or did some dumbass MRA’er roll through here?
When I’ve been touched inappropriately by “dirty old men” or when men have made unwelcome sexual comments about me/my body, I’m often told that I should appreciate it because I’m a fat woman and that I’m “lucky I’m getting that type of attention.” Thank you so much for telling your story. Your bravery is incredible.
Have you seen this? This woman got attacked for telling the truth about a man many see as a major hero.
Women are seen as property for some reason that can be touched. If we call these men out on their inappropriate behavior everyone wants to laugh it off smh.
“Although Rev. Jackson does not recall the meeting three years ago, he profoundly and sincerely regrets any pain Ms. Young may have experienced.”
As if it wasn’t bad enough to be groped, it had to be by men you had once respected. What a crushing disappointment. I’m so sorry.
Ever since I was a little girl, I was warned about dirty old men, but not in a way that held them responsible—it was often in a way that made sure I steered clear or that I dressed and behaved appropriately enough so as not to attract their attention. This was embedded in my brain and how I behaved throughout my…
I’m sorry you’ve experienced this, but not surprised at all. As a woman who can be curvy around the edges, I’ve found there’s a certain agency men will afford themselves, for reasons that vary from “we’re asking for it due to the overtly sexual nature of our body shapes” to “it’s probably the only attention this woman…
I can’t think of anything the boy would tell me that would make me love and support him less. If loving your child comes with strings or limits, you’re fucking up as a parent and frankly, as a person. (And this comes from a man who ate cookie crumbs out of his chest hair a few weeks ago with no shame.)
I’m sure your insight will help the dead boy’s mother, somehow. :/