I was really bummed earlier today because I’d be walkin down the street and all of the sudden a catcall slaps me upside the head.
Why does the catcalling only happen to me in San Francisco? It has never happened to me in Southern California. Ever.
(I’m not blaming SF. I’m just making an observation)
And it bothers me that I am supposed to feel bad for not continuing their “conversation.” Like, thanks for adding me to the list of specialized women.
…list of sexualized women. (Keeps wanting to autocorrect to ‘specialized’ but I mean I guess)
And don’t tell me I was asking for it. Okay, I may have smiled at someone but that doesn’t mean I give up rights to my body.
Okay I may have worn shorts but that doesn’t mean you have to harass me about my legs.
I may have taken off my sunglasses but stop saying sexual things about my eyes.
This is not okay.
(This happened in daylight, btw, I am just still processing.)
Truck guy, construction guy, coffee guy, car guyS, old man, you are only a few of the people who wrong females daily.
I am so fed up with feeling bad about not having the rights to my own body. I should have a say as to whom I engage in that kind of talk.
Grammar.
If you want to look at it from a religious perspective: God gave me this body so I could do good things, so I could help, or be kind, etc.
…(cont) Not for you to sexualize or vandalize with your words and actions. It’s just wrong.
From another perspective, the fact that I have to fear being raped, harassed, or verbally abused in public is a problem. I am more worried about being verbally harassed by a stranger than I am about getting hit by a car, shot, stabbed, or lost.
I hate that I am socialized to just accept the incidents as individual occurrences and move on.
The truth is that society has fostered this way of thinking. And I am not going to let it go.
I am going I hang onto this little fire until I can figure out a way to use it to change things. Because things need to change.
#beware #rapeculture #itsathingandthatsucks
Why does the catcalling only happen to me in San Francisco? It has never happened to me in Southern California. Ever.
(I’m not blaming SF. I’m just making an observation)
And it bothers me that I am supposed to feel bad for not continuing their “conversation.” Like, thanks for adding me to the list of specialized women.
…list of sexualized women. (Keeps wanting to autocorrect to ‘specialized’ but I mean I guess)
And don’t tell me I was asking for it. Okay, I may have smiled at someone but that doesn’t mean I give up rights to my body.
Okay I may have worn shorts but that doesn’t mean you have to harass me about my legs.
I may have taken off my sunglasses but stop saying sexual things about my eyes.
This is not okay.
(This happened in daylight, btw, I am just still processing.)
Truck guy, construction guy, coffee guy, car guyS, old man, you are only a few of the people who wrong females daily.
I am so fed up with feeling bad about not having the rights to my own body. I should have a say as to whom I engage in that kind of talk.
Grammar.
If you want to look at it from a religious perspective: God gave me this body so I could do good things, so I could help, or be kind, etc.
…(cont) Not for you to sexualize or vandalize with your words and actions. It’s just wrong.
From another perspective, the fact that I have to fear being raped, harassed, or verbally abused in public is a problem. I am more worried about being verbally harassed by a stranger than I am about getting hit by a car, shot, stabbed, or lost.
I hate that I am socialized to just accept the incidents as individual occurrences and move on.
The truth is that society has fostered this way of thinking. And I am not going to let it go.
I am going I hang onto this little fire until I can figure out a way to use it to change things. Because things need to change.
#beware #rapeculture #itsathingandthatsucks
