I really don’t get guys who are sexist douchebags.

Like seriously; when I ask a girl out and she says she’s not interested, I thank her anyway and apologize if I’ve made her uncomfortable.

But I mean, even though she said no, I still want her to feel like I’m at least a potential friend. I still want her to view me in a friendly, respective way just as I do her. Why the hell would you ever start insulting a girl when she’s turned you down, that just proves her right in thinking that you’re one of the last people she’d want to go out with.

Some people of my gender are just such…fucktards.

I am so sorry.

Guys saying they hate when girls wear push up bras because it’s “false advertisement” shut the hell up I’m not advertising anything you’re objectifying my body

A Why I Need Feminism Story

So today while biking to school some guy stuck his head out the window and yelled “Damn baby!” at me. And a few weeks ago I was biking and some guy made this weird whistling grunt noise at me. And it got me thinking about how guys probably don’t realize the negativity actions like that breed. They must leave the situation thinking that they have given us a compliment.
They don’t realize that as soon as that happens I wonder what I did to deserve this negative attention. Maybe I shouldn’t be wearing shorts in this 91 degree weather while I fucking bike to school? Oh, wait that’s really fucking dumb and showing the skin of my god damned legs is not me asking to be made a spectacle of.
They don’t realize that being yelled at on a busy road while biking gives you a mini fucking heart attack.
They don’t realize that that weird whistle grunt they just did instantly makes me look around to see if there are other people because who knows- maybe you’re dangerous.
And that’s the problem. Despite the fact that in both scenarios I promptly gave these men the middle finger as many women would, men just don’t realize that their attention is inappropriate because they have never had to be constantly afraid of being raped, or murdered, and haven’t been made uncomfortable on a daily basis or been told to wear different clothes. Hell, if they’re hot walking down the street they can just take their whole shirt right off and not hear a peep. And I guess that that’s called privilege.

“Male privilege is “I have a boyfriend” being the only thing that can actually stop someone from hitting on you because they respect another man more than they respect your rejection/lack of interest.”

The Sociological Cinema

There was actually research that was done that found that women who used an “I have a boyfriend/husband” excuse to reject unwanted sexual attention and harassment by their bosses were more likely to be left alone than those who used any other excuse (including “I’m not interested”)

Because men respect another man’s property (and that’s how they see us) than a woman’s autonomy.

Source: queerintersectional


A friend liked this page and it showed up on my feed. Is this necessary? Like settle down. I understand that misandry is very and I mean VERY evident in the feminist movement but pages like this sure isn’t helping the men running it get their points across, just makes them sound like jackasses. They take articles that even defend men and find a reason that its not good enough, that its against men. I for one, can take a topic and form an opinion based off facts and good presentation. I support equal rights and don’t think either sex should be treated better than the other but If you present a topic to me using the word bullshit or femnazi, I’m likely to disregard it. Be educated and informed, don’t use insults and ridiculous opinion based information to back your point. What is your opinion? I’d love to know (maybe it just rubbed me wrong. What do you personally think?)

Why I Need Feminism: A Recent Realization

While driving to work today I had a very vivid memory that I haven’t thought about in years. 

When I was in high school, I walked to and from school every day.  I lived really close, and the walk took about 10-15 minutes.  One day while walking home, I was close to my neighborhood entrance when a loud car pulled up to me with all of it’s windows down.  It was full of older, intimidating, aggressive looking men who started simultaneously all yelling “Hey baby, nice ass!”, “What’s your name?”, and “Wanna go for a ride?” at me.  I became clearly uncomfortable.  I was an awkward teenager just coming to terms with my own developing body, wearing jeans and a blouse.  Crossing my arms over my chest, I silently acknowledge that none of my shirts seem to conceal my ever-growing bosom anymore and I am growing red with embarrassment.  I try to ignore them, and their car keeps following me.  After 10 feet of this, they are still yelling at me, and begin waving wads of money out the window in my direction screaming “How much, baby?" 

"Please leave me alone” I finally answer, and try to continue walking.  They burst into laughter.  When they continue to follow me, despite the blatant fear written all over my face, I quickly turn around, cut through a backyard, and walk in the opposite direction, even though I can still hear them yelling from where I left them.  When I cannot hear them anymore I tear off my backpack, dig through it for a black hoodie sweatshirt, quickly throw it on over my clothes, despite the absurdly hot weather, and walk down the mile road that borders my neighborhood. 

My family’s neighborhood is 1 square mile, stretching between mile roads.  I am so terrified that I will run into the car that followed me into that entrance, I walk a mile and a half to the other side, and make my way home from there.  By the time I made it to my front door I was exhausted, overheated, and completely terrified.

I never saw the car again.  I never saw those horrible people either.  It wasn’t until recently that I even remembered this story.  If there is no other reason why I need feminism, it is because horrible people like that think that they are entitled to talk to anybody that way, and that when a clearly frightened young teenager actually asks them to stop, they can only laugh.