Freedom of speech is fast becoming a fading idea.
I certainly do not love the violence that might protect my sleep but I also have no desire to be a (dead) martyr either.
“South Africans will kick down a statue of a dead white man but won’t even attempt to slap a live one. Yet they can stone to death a black man simply because he is a foreigner.”
My buddy dared me to do it. He dared me to stay in this creepy library overnight. All by myself.
Pests will take full advantage of you.
I wish I had thought to report what I had seen, or to confront the old woman, or to have immediately run and brought my mother (or even the closest adult shopper).
It’s wrong to say, “Real men don’t hit women.” It’s right to say, “Real people don’t hit people.”
As a human being, I was degraded, disrespected and assaulted but I am advised to brush it off and to refrain myself from airing my dirty laundry to the public.
Get angry, millennials. Get loud, people. Please.
There is someone better out there for you, I promise. Always remember to love yourself first. And don’t be afraid to be selfish.