styrnwilf:

HAHAHAHA

Also look, a well done rape joke.

Yep. This is what my staff meetings (Weds mornings) sound like. HOW IS THIS BASIC SHIT SO DIFFICULT FOR THE MEN WE WORK WITH TO GRASP???

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The Next Civil Rights Issue: Why Women Aren't Welcome on the Internet

This is so, so, so, so, so important. Trigger warnings: the article includes violent rape/death threats that have been sent to women online.

iamaneggplant:

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One of the BEST YouTube comments

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When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”

When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.

When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”

(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)

When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.

I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.

No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.

I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.

So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:

In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.

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thiscuntsays:

bitch-imamotherfuckingprincess:

I went to the bathroom in a building on my campus and saw this on the back of the stall door. While I’m deeply upset that a young woman went through such a horrible ordeal, I’m also very touched that so many other girls wanted to help her and offered advice as well as ways to seek help. We are women hear us roar.

WOMEN HELPING OTHER WOMEN
WOMEN BEING GOOD TO OTHER WOMEN
THIS SHIT IS REVOLUTIONARY.

This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life. Weeping. 

thiscuntsays:

bitch-imamotherfuckingprincess:

I went to the bathroom in a building on my campus and saw this on the back of the stall door. While I’m deeply upset that a young woman went through such a horrible ordeal, I’m also very touched that so many other girls wanted to help her and offered advice as well as ways to seek help. We are women hear us roar.

WOMEN HELPING OTHER WOMEN

WOMEN BEING GOOD TO OTHER WOMEN

THIS SHIT IS REVOLUTIONARY.

This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life. Weeping. 

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"If owning a gun and knowing how to use it worked, the military would be the safest place for a woman. It’s not.

If women covering up their bodies worked, Afghanistan would have a lower rate of sexual assault than Polynesia. It doesn’t.

If not drinking alcohol worked, children would not be raped. They are.

If your advice to a woman to avoid rape is to be the most modestly dressed, soberest and first to go home, you may as well add “so the rapist will choose someone else”.

If your response to hearing a woman has been raped is “she didn’t have to go to that bar/nightclub/party” you are saying that you want bars, nightclubs and parties to have no women in them. Unless you want the women to show up, but wear kaftans and drink orange juice. Good luck selling either of those options to your friends.

Or you could just be honest and say that you don’t want less rape, you want (even) less prosecution of rapists."

A Short Post on Rape Prevention (via brute-reason)

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"[Rape TW] I have gotten one question repeatedly from young men. These are guys who liked the book, but they are honestly confused. They ask me why Melinda was so upset about being raped.
The first dozen times I heard this, I was horrified. But I heard it over and over again. I realized that many young men are not being taught the impact that sexual assault has on a woman. They are inundated by sexual imagery in the media, and often come to the (incorrect) conclusion that having sex is not a big deal. This, no doubt, is why the number of sexual assaults is so high."

Laurie Halse Anderson, author of Speak, on the question “Have any readers ever asked questions that shocked you?”

Read that again. Read it again, and again, and again. Over and over guys have asked her why Melinda was so upset about being raped. This is a girl who went to a party with friends. She was thirteen. She had a drink, because everyone else was. And a senior held her down and raped her while she was too drunk to get away.

And guys don’t understand why she was upset.

Read that again and then come back and tell me again why I should just shut up and take a joke when a comedian blows off rape as a big deal, or women’s bodies are casually treated as commodities in media. Remind me why I shouldn’t care about the very real harm that society’s treatment of women and sexual assault does.

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contrastingstrengthandfragility:

I just read a confession on a facebook page where a mother complained she was the only one changing diapers for her daughter; because her husband had told her that if he changed them, he would be tempted to sexually assault his daughter, just because she had a vagina. And hundreds of other mothers commented on the post and said they had the same thing happen to them!! And they just take that as a valid excuse? If a woman was to say that about her son, imagine all the commotion that would cause!
If men “can’t control” their fucking penis it should be cut off. I’m sick of this shit. You can’t say a baby was asking to be sexually assaulted just by having a vagina - why is society so ready to blame anyone BUT the male, who is obviously disturbed if he thinks he won’t be able to control himself around his own daughter? Fuck this over-sexualisation, victim-blame culture.

What. In. The. Actual. Fucking. Holy. Hell.

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Just spoke at my university’s Take Back the Night march about how I have experienced childhood rape, rape as a teenager, anorexia, and a host of other issues but I have come out on top because nobody fucks with me and my dreams. I am a master’s student and I work for my university Sexual Assault Crisis Services. I’m an A student who graduated with honors for my bachelor’s and I worked for the National Eating Disorders Association last year. I will semi-soon be marrying the man of my dreams and I am a loving, beautiful person who helps others, has a strong faith, and is smart, creative, and passionate.
So fuck you rapists, fuck you depression, fuck you anorexia. I win. I came out on top.

Just spoke at my university’s Take Back the Night march about how I have experienced childhood rape, rape as a teenager, anorexia, and a host of other issues but I have come out on top because nobody fucks with me and my dreams. I am a master’s student and I work for my university Sexual Assault Crisis Services. I’m an A student who graduated with honors for my bachelor’s and I worked for the National Eating Disorders Association last year. I will semi-soon be marrying the man of my dreams and I am a loving, beautiful person who helps others, has a strong faith, and is smart, creative, and passionate.

So fuck you rapists, fuck you depression, fuck you anorexia. I win. I came out on top.

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Wordpress blogs or Twitter feeds I should follow — specifically related to sexual violence prevention, etc.?