“What I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.”—Valerie (V for Vendetta)
Depression is not an act. Eating disorders aren’t simply adolescent phases. Suicide isn’t an escape route for cowards. Homosexuality isn’t a disease. Self-Harming is not a cry for attention. Stop acting like you know everything. Truth is? You don’t know anything.
between 80 and 99 percent of women have been the targets of aggressive, unwanted attention from male strangers. When she polled 800 women, Kearl found that 75 percent had been followed, and 57 percent had been sexually touched or grabbed in the street by male strangers, some when they were just ten years old.
A MUST READ!
from the post:
Despite the fact that it touches almost all women, gender-based street harassment isn’t considered a social problem in the way that, for example, racially-motivated street harassment is. Many believe that women should just relax and enjoy the commentary. And many of us do appreciate a poetic compliment from a respectful man. But the problem is that a “Good morning, beautiful” can instantly become ”Go to hell, bitch” if the gentleman in question doesn’t take rejection well. In Washington D.C. last May, a man shot a young woman in the leg when she declined to give him her phone number. It’s an extreme example, but many women report that they have been threatened or even attacked by disgruntled harassers– I know several women who have had bottles thrown at them. The vulgar turns violent with a troubling frequency.
i was was actually just yesterday fantasizing about doing this to every dude to harasses me in public.
Why do I feel guilty thinking I look attractive? Even in that one sentence I ran through every which way I could string together my words as to make me not sound conceited. I’m not saying I love the way I look all the time (making apologies again, are we?). But is it not okay for me to think every once in a while, when i’ve done myself up, “Hey, I’m an attractive girl.” “I’ve got a pretty face.” Is that wrong? It feels wrong. On the one hand we are told to love ourselves, that we are all unique and beautiful. But on the other hand we are told not to be conceited and narcissistic. WHERE IS THE BALANCE?
Even though I had a really great night in the end, I still wish I could go back and do things slightly different. So much unnecessary drama. These are the things I dwell on and overanalyze. The things that keep me up at night.