If I see another Ice Bucket Challenge I’m going to throw you all in hell and then you’ll really be wishing you didn’t dump it on your heads.
The only way I could sanely move back in with my parents is if I bought a plane ticket to Thailand/Guatemala for three months after said move in.
Yes but enough men that every girl is terrified of smiling to that guy on the bus or talking with the boy in the coffee shop. Every girl has been walking late at night at one point and been afraid of who might be following her. Every girl has referred to someone as a “creep” and every girl has refused a drink from someone she doesn’t know.
Not all men.
But enough men that all women are now afraid of most men.
It’s gotten so bad that we have to be afraid of even telling you we are afraid. We can’t ask that you please stop talking to us. Because if we do we run the risk of being labeled a “stuck up bitch” and blamed for murders and rapes in which we are the victims.
So we speak to you with body language that we hope you’ll understand. We cross our legs and look out the window and wear giant headphones that are giant signs that subtly read “DON’T TALK TO ME!” But you insist on ignoring those signs because you have it in your head that our body language doesn’t mean anything. That our bodies aren’t our bodies.
Not all men.
You can start fucking saying that when all women can stop being afraid. But that’s not gonna happen if every man a women opens up to about this issue dismisses her by saying “Not all men.”
unofficial letter to the skeezball at work all men.
I’ve spent the last three weeks living out of my car with my two friends on a cross-country road trip from Michigan to California/Oregon and now I’m home and I don’t really know how time works anymore except for sunrise/sunset and also being in public is really weird.