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.
I tell my story in hopes that someone else will tell theirs. That someone, somewhere, will realize that their story is not one of shame, but one of courage.
How fitting. Dream: dashed.
I’m a bad feminist, but I am the happiest I have been for a long time
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”
I think it says that patriarchy and misogyny are way deeper and way more insidious and institutionalized than many are willing to admit.