Every woman has that story: the neighbour who wants to show you how to kiss, the uncle who gets you to sit on their lap, the teacher who looks down your shirt or your classmate’s shirt. Not all of us were molested per se, but from pre-menarche to menopause we have endured catcalls on the street and “improper suggestions” in the workplace, at the family gathering or public event and its meant to confuse, upset or embarrass us in every situation or context. It stops when you’re finally “old.” What a friggen relief.
Agreed. It's like it's every fucking dude we know. Or run across. Or see in public. Or on the internet. And always in the fucking grossest way possible.
I'm just over it. I swear, the inside of my office seems like the only place I want to be these days.
My dad didn't even realize he had kids until my mom left. Kind of a joke, but he knew nothing about us, and he would never. My cousin's family was very close, and he did. I'm sure he knew everything about his daughter. I don't think it's that. I think it's male impulses paired with ignorance paired with opportunities paired with lack of accountability by people around him.
Where are the impulses coming from? There's a houseful of teenage dudes in the house catty corner from me. Every time I see them, I think, "if that boy doesn't put a fucking real muffler on that truck, I'm flattening his tires...".
Never once has it crossed my mind to groom or rape them. Because that's fucking gross.
Where is the gross button for men? Oh, shit, that's right. It's fat chicks. Never mind, answered my own inquiry.
And, yeah. I never had a damned thing for my dad after he got out. Why would I? He had conversations that revolved around him, for him, to explain to you his favorite subject - him.
Every woman has that story: the neighbour who wants to show you how to kiss, the uncle who gets you to sit on their lap, the teacher who looks down your shirt or your classmate’s shirt. Not all of us were molested per se, but from pre-menarche to menopause we have endured catcalls on the street and “improper suggestions” in the workplace, at the family gathering or public event and its meant to confuse, upset or embarrass us in every situation or context. It stops when you’re finally “old.” What a friggen relief.
Agreed. It's like it's every fucking dude we know. Or run across. Or see in public. Or on the internet. And always in the fucking grossest way possible.
I'm just over it. I swear, the inside of my office seems like the only place I want to be these days.
I can absolutely get behind this, for some. They seem to be much better at compartmentalizing and making excuses to justify behavior.
The last line - horrific, but true.
They always have a damned excuse, don't they. Like, I thought she was 18!!
Bro, you're 52. Straight to fucking jail, pervert.
Ugh.
My dad didn't even realize he had kids until my mom left. Kind of a joke, but he knew nothing about us, and he would never. My cousin's family was very close, and he did. I'm sure he knew everything about his daughter. I don't think it's that. I think it's male impulses paired with ignorance paired with opportunities paired with lack of accountability by people around him.
Where are the impulses coming from? There's a houseful of teenage dudes in the house catty corner from me. Every time I see them, I think, "if that boy doesn't put a fucking real muffler on that truck, I'm flattening his tires...".
Never once has it crossed my mind to groom or rape them. Because that's fucking gross.
Where is the gross button for men? Oh, shit, that's right. It's fat chicks. Never mind, answered my own inquiry.
And, yeah. I never had a damned thing for my dad after he got out. Why would I? He had conversations that revolved around him, for him, to explain to you his favorite subject - him.
We deserved better.