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“Here’s a situation every woman is familiar with: some guy she knows, perhaps a casual acquaintance, perhaps just some dude at the bus stop, is obviously infatuated with her. He’s making conversation, he’s giving her the eye. She doesn’t like him. She doesn’t want to talk to him. She doesn’t want him near her. He is freaking her out. She could disobey the rules, and tell him to GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER, and continue screaming GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME every time he tries to step closer, or speak to her again. And then he will be all, “I was just talking to you! WTF!” and everybody else will be all, “Yeah, seriously, why’d you freak out at a guy just talking to you?” and refuse to offer the support she needs to be safe from dude. Or, the guy might become hostile, violent even. Ladies, you’ve seen that look, the “bitch can’t ignore me” look. It’s a source of constant confusion, as soon as you start budding breasts, that the man who just a moment ago told you how pretty you are is now calling you a stupid ugly whore, all because you didn’t get in his car. OR You could follow the rules. You could flirt back a little, look meek, not talk, not move away. You might have to put up with a lot more talking, you might have to put up with him trying to ask you out to lunch every day, you might even have to go out to lunch with him. You might have to deal with him copping a feel. But he won’t turn violent on you, and neither will the spectators who have watched him browbeat you into a frightened and flirtatious corner. So we learn the rules will protect us. We learn that, when we step out of line, somebody around us might very well turn crazy. Might hurt us. And we won’t be defended by onlookers, who think we’ve provoked the crazy somehow. So, having your ass grabbed at the bus stop, having to go out to dinner with a guy you fucking can’t stand, maybe even having to fuck him once or twice, it’s a small sacrifice to avoid being ostracized, insulted, verbally abused, and possibly physically assaulted. It’s a rude fucking awakening when a woman gets raped, and follows the rules she has been taught her whole life — doesn’t refuse to talk, doesn’t refuse to flirt, doesn’t walk away ignoring him, doesn’t hit, doesn’t scream, doesn’t fight, doesn’t raise her voice, doesn’t deny she liked kissing — and finds out after that she is now to blame for the rape. She followed the rules. The rules that were supposed to keep the rape from happening. The rules that would keep her from being fair game for verbal and physical abuse. Breaking the rules is supposed to result in punishment, not following them. For every time she lowered her voice, let go of a boundary, didn’t move away, let her needs be conveniently misinterpreted, and was given positive reinforcement and a place in society, she is now being told that all that was wrong, this one time, and she should have known that, duh. For anybody who has ever watched the gendered social interactions of women — watched a woman get browbeaten into accepting attention she doesn’t want, watched a woman get interrupted while speaking, watched a woman deny she is upset at being insulted in public, watched a woman get grabbed because of what she was wearing, watched a woman stop arguing — and said and done nothing, you never have the right to ever ask, “Why didn’t she fight back?” She didn’t fight back because you told her not to. Ever. Ever. You told her that was okay, and necessary, and right. You didn’t give her a caveat. You didn’t say, “Unless…” You said, “Good for you, shutting up and backing down 99% of the time. Too bad that 1% of the time makes you a fucking whore who deserved it.” Nobody obtains the superpower to behave dramatically differently during a frightening confrontation. Women will behave the same way they have been taught to behave in all social, professional, and sexual interactions. And they will be pretty goddamned surprised to come out the other end and find out that means they can legally be raped at any time, by just about anybody.” (via seebster)

Tell me Why


When every other photo or post is a stereotype of my people,
and my life,

and you laugh.

and you laugh.

When every other girl dreams of being what I wish that I 
could rip from my eyes

and tells me I have no voice.

I have no voice.

Tell me why I should be courteous and kind?

When relatives, friends, sisters and brothers, are being murdered
and evicted; raped and beaten; falsely accused and tossed 

and left to die.

Tell me why I should be courteous and kind?

When Europe does not mourn our loss but rather
celebrates destruction of those

inadaptables, those




Tell me why I should be courteous and kind?

When the only photographs I see of my people are of
half-naked, dirty, hungry children,
and women who stare blankly after their men,
in slums
bound by walls. 

Or white girls in long dresses
draped in fields
with dream catchers
and gaudy rings
or playing cards and crystal balls
pretending they know what it’s like
to be me. 

When the only stories I hear of my people are of killings,
and rapes, and arson,
and the white people

who did it
and who claim
divine intervention
for their hideous

Tell me why I should be courteous and kind?

When every day opens with emails and messages
brimming with hate because I am a Gypsy;

Everything about me is wrong.
Everything about me is erased by your
and your photos
and your posts about Stevie Nicks and Shakira

and your wish to live my life,

as a Gypsy.

So, tell me why I should be courteous and kind…


TRIGGER WARNING RAPE, RAPE CULTURE. Kitschy-Kat: svetlana-del-rey: Myths That Make it Hard to Stop Campus…


Myths That Make it Hard to Stop Campus Rape


TW rape:

There’s a common assumption about men who commit sexual assault on a college campus: That they made a one-time, bad decision…