The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
I’ve been ogled at, cat-called, and groped in ways that left me feeling small, ugly, icky, angry, uncool, too sensitive. I think it’s enough to say, #MeToo.
I will continue to have to hear advice like, “Men don’t like women who wear a lot of makeup,” “Don’t swear, it’s not lady-like,” or “If you value yourself, you won’t give it all away in one night.” I can’t help but wonder what ‘firsts’ the rest of my life will hold.
A deeper cut reveals a culture of psychopathy: a party sickened by its hatred, misogyny and xenophobia; grown too accustomed to deceit; blaming others for its missteps; compromised by a paralysis of ideas; resorting to character assassination and abject humiliation of perceived enemies; ...
What actually happened was that I would very quickly learn there was a different set of rules for the beneficiaries of a patriarchal society that was intentionally built to best serve, to only serve, a very specific demographic.