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The past few days have been filled with countless upon countless of encounters with male entitlement. I have never been so frustrated in my entire life. It kept me up last night and woke me up this morning. I cannot continue to sit around and condemn a culture that allows men to not only feel that they are entitled to grope/touch/”compliment”/kiss/dance/have sex with, etc… all/any woman that they please but they actually truly BELIEVE that it is owed to them. Hence the word entitlement. No, you are not paying me a compliment when I walk by you on the street and you yell out “hey sexy” or “how are you doing tonight beautiful”. No, you are not allowed to touch me without my permission; I am not an object that is here for your disposal. No, I am not a piece of art that you feel entitled to comment on/suggest how I should look/smile/dress. No, I am not an object of lust that you are allowed to use whenever you see fit. When I tell you I have a boyfriend, it is not your job to test the waters and see if I am lying or not. When I say no I don’t want to dance with you and you try again 2 seconds later and this time by rubbing you hands across my body, my answer is still no and that my friend is now sexual harassment. And most important of all when I say the word NO, it does not mean “yes”, it does not mean “convince me”, it does not mean “try harder”, it does not mean I am teasing you and it does not mean I secretly want you but am being shy, it does not mean go ahead and grope/dance/kiss/force yourself upon me. When I say the word N-O, it has one simple meaning: NO. As in no, please leave me alone, please get away from me, please don’t touch me, no, stop, stop now, no. NO MEANS NO! NO NO NO NO NO!!!! Nothing else, there is no alternative definition. And when I say the words “no”, when I deny you access to my body, I am not a bitch but a human being. I am not a prude and I am not playing a practical joke on you. Again I am not an object of your lust, I am not dressed to tease you, I am just merely a HUMAN BEING trying to live as a HUMAN BEING. ACCEPT IT AND MOVE ON. This shit has got to stop. The perpetual culture of women being seen as objects is not okay anymore, (not that it was ever okay to begin with). We have got to make a change ladies, in a time where women are still paid less than a man to do the same job, at a time where a women cannot be trusted to make her own choices with her body, in a time where women are not seen as a living being but an object, in a time where women are being shamed for their bodies and what they chose to do with them; this is the time we must rise above together. We have got to make this a better world for ourselves and for the generations to come.
This isn’t even something that I am just learning but merely (rapidly) becoming aggressively more and more aware of. It’s something I have always had a problem with but have now been pushed over the edge of some-what tolerance and purposeful ignorance to something that just cannot be ignored any longer.