Boys and men are not supposed to grab, grope, and rape either but they seem to have no problem doing that without a second thought. The 1st wrong is really the only one I’ll ever concern myself with.
It’s also not up to you to decide how your victim gets to react to your bullshit.
yes because we all know it’s *so easy* for teenagers to just give up on a group of friends that more or less makes them feel like they belong.
My 18-year-old son not only saw what she did as acceptable, but his exact words were, ‘Way to go!’ And I was one of those girls hanging out with the guys, often still am, but none of my male friends put hands on me in that manner, and if they did, I’m pretty sure that they’re well aware that a punch in the balls would…
Nah. Men don’t like it when women don’t go along. Any kind of punching would have been unacceptable. Yelling would have been unacceptable. Not laughing would have been unacceptable.
You’re ignoring the fact that women and girls who retaliate in even small ways face the risk of escalation or violence in response. For millennia women have been taught to accept men’s behaviour as a matter of course. One dumbass teen getting hit in the balls in response to repeated assault doesn’t seem at all out of…
No. Not everyone laughs. The ass-grabbing was unwelcome. Tom didn’t seem to give a shit.
I get where he was coming from, at the heart. The issue is in the essential difference between how men and women interpret the world and the actions of people in it. Men don’t get harassed sexually or touched inappropriately in general. Most of us think we’d like it, but don’t realize that nobody likes to feel small.
It’s not on the victim of a literal fucking crime to tell the perpetrator “I am not ok with you committing this crime against my person.” It’s on the perpetrator to not do something criminal. The same goes for these boys.
Or that they did care. The whole point of the game was to humiliate and piss her off. So it’s not that they didn’t know it was unkind (or wrong). THAT WAS THE POINT. They were just going to keep going until there was an actual consequence—like a ballshot.
I don’t know, I’m a petite woman and was a tiny girl. I can’t rely on physical strength. If I got into a fight with a guy, hitting him in the balls would be my first thought because it’s a great equalizer. I’m one big soft spot from head to toe but that’s the one weak point men have.
I can’t understand how you know how bad it feels to get kicked in the nuts, but also how childbirth feels. It sounds like you haven’t been kicked in the dick enough in your life.
Listen, “if you don’t want to get punched in the balls, don’t touch women when they don’t want you to” is a good rule of thumb for life. As someone who has both acted like an asshole and been punched in the balls for it, I’ll give this a pass. It sure as hell taught me a lesson.
You know, after, what, dozens? hundreds? of sexual assaults—and let’s be clear, by law, that is what grabbing someone’s butt without consent is—I have no problem with this. She was defending herself from ongoing assault and gaslighting, and that’s what she came up with.
No.
No, she wasn’t one of the guys. Tom wasn’t grabbing the other guys’ asses, only hers. Letting him do it and them laugh about it was the price of admission for being the girl they tolerated in their group.
And Michael, too. My college boyfriend reprimanded me for putting pantyliner wrappers in the garbage in his bathroom because his roommate would tease him for it. I was so humiliated. I didn’t occur to me then to be pissed at him and his stupid roommate. I feel sad for my younger self, and I’ll never stop being pissed…
“...But this is a lie.” Yes, yes, yes it is. Because as Germaine Greer put it, women have no idea how much men hate us. They lie to us about it all the damn time, so that we might believe them and trust them and take care of them and feed them and fuck them and look nice for them. All the while they keep their boots…
Vanity keeps me from throwing away my makeup and sanity keeps me from, as I often feel the repugnant urge, breaking the mirror with the surface of my own face and leaving us both cracked open. But I also can’t deny my current impulse to become as ugly and unlikeable as I can, merely to serve as constant reminder of…