WE NEED FEMINISM BECAUSE WHEN LANCE ARMSTRONG GOT CANCER AND LOST A TESTICLE IT WAS ALL ABOUT HIS HEALTH AND HOW INSPIRATIONAL HE WAS BUT WHEN ANGELINA JOLIE GETS A DOUBLE MASTECTOMY TO PREVENT HERSELF FROM GETTING CANCER, IT’S ALL ABOUT HOW SHE WON’T BE A SEX SYMBOL ANYMORE AND HOW MEN ARE OFFENDED CAUSE SHE WON’T BE AN OBJECT FOR THEM
I’m pretty sure I reblog this already but this need to be reblog again
Nobody scares me more than drunk white men in numbers.
I had just started working at the Claire’s in Lawrence, like maybe three weeks in. It’s downtown and there are bars everywhere, but predominantly Lawrence is a safe little town. I wasn’t worried about when I eventually started walking home more than is strictly necessary for being a short girl.
I was about an hour until close when five very large men wandered in. Now, this is already a nightmare. It’s a Claire’s. If men come in the store, it’s usually with children (or the occasional earring) and it’s definitely not so much in number. That’s five adult men vs me. They come in, start messing with things, mocking it, making fun of it. I decide to whip out my phone and look like the stereotype: bored, underpaid teenager who’s only there for the paycheck.
After a while, the hair braids and comically large pens were not enough and their attentions turned on me.
They started asking questions and talking to me and that was the point that I realized they were drunk. Slobbering drunk. Now, five white men? Already terrifying. Five drunk white men, I’m wishing I was back in the mall so I can call security. Eventually, questions weren’t entertaining enough and one of them starts asking me to join them,
I tell them I close at nine and have to get home. They make noises of disapproval, tell me to close it down.
Then the grabby hands. And trapping me behind my own counter.
This is the part where I’m freaking out, and so I sneak a text and ask my friend to call me so I can seem busy. It works, for a little while. That is when the man who’d been asking me for a drink shamelessly gropes me.
I issued a verbal warning, saying I needed them to leave or else I would call the cops. I had to hang up the phone (but not without asking my friend and her very intimidating looking father to come save me), and I issued a second verbal warning. Then things went a bit out of hand.
One of the men snuck up behind me, smacked my ass, and I instantly reacted, turning and hitting him with all my force with my palm on his solar plexus.
By the way, second degree blackbelt and reacts with what I’ve learned when I get scared.
The guy drops instantly, choking and coughing and in that moment, I had never been so scared in my life. I had just hit one of their buddies, my rescuers are a ways away yet, and there are still four very capable men there. The tense moment of silence, waiting for the men to react, was a moment of ice cold fear that I will never forget.
Fortunately, they think it’s hilarious that the tiny little shop girl knocked the wind out of their friend. They pick him up, grab him, and help him out. I assume, from there, they wander down to the bar. I’m shaking and on the verge of a panic attack.
But this? This is the kind of thing girls have to deal with every day. Men that come into their place of work and decide to flirt and have their fun because we can’t do anything. I could have easily been fired for that incident if they’d come back or pressed charges. We can’t fight back, or we’re not supposed to, and we HAVE to be nice to EVERYONE. And in some places, on managers can refuse service, so we can’t even kick people out when it comes to it.
And men wonder why we’re so afraid? This is an event that could happen any day and girls have to know how to handle it. Because it’s not about stopping men from hurting girls, it’s all about girls having to prevent it and prepare for it themselves. Right?
I just realized that the lack of acceptance for asexuals is literally the dumbest thing.
Like, you can’t handle the thought of two dudes kissing? Okay you’re dumb and terrible whatever.
But you can’t handle the idea… Of someone… Not kissing anyone? What are you worried about? They’re gonna eat too much mac n cheese?? Draw too many dinosaurs??? Tell me