The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”
Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:
“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”
The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.
On Why I Am A Male Feminist (and why you should be one, too.)
(via newwavefeminism)
(via crookedindifference)
There is a specific brand of feminism
that considers the Female as the ultimate form of human.
We are your mothers.
We are your lovers.
We bear your children.
We keep your homes.
We nurture you.
We are your muses.
It is because of us that you are given life. It is from us that you learn how to have a good life. It is with us that you make that life.
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I sat in the shower for a very long time tonight. I pressed my legs together and let the water pool in the space left over. I have never been more aware of the power of the Female over humanity.
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So next time I ask you to run to the post office, just run to the fucking post office.