yesallwomen

Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.
—  Nikita Gill
He Thought He Could Intimidate Me Into Sacrificing a Stranger

I’d been bar-hopping with several friends, and they’d headed home, leaving me in the last bar. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw a guy come in and make his way through the bar, just surveying the scene. There had been a table of college girls toward the back, and I realized that all of them had left except for one girl who was obviously intoxicated. I was in my mid-twenties at the time, and the guy was probably the same or a little older, but the drunk girl was obviously a second year student, maybe even underaged. While I watched, the guy sat down at her table and attempted to talk to her. She was so drunk she could hardly interact with him. I went over to the bartender and asked if he knew where the girl’s friends had gone, and he shrugged, saying that they’d left earlier. While I was standing there talking to him, the strange man got the college girl on her feet, half carrying her, and started toward the door.

Me being me, I intercepted the guy, and asked him if he knew the girl. He insisted that he did, but refused to tell me her name. Then he produced a first name but no last name. Her purse was hanging on her outside arm, just a wristlet around her wrist and I snatched it off her arm, and pulled out her college ID and it was a totally different name than the one the guy had given me. Now that I had the girl’s purse, he started to get angry, but he couldn’t tell me where she lived, or anything else about her. He kept insisting that he was just going to give her a ride home, and I kept refusing to let them leave. The entire time, the bartender just watched, like he didn’t know what to do.

Finally, the guy let go of the girl and kind of shoved her toward me (she could barely stand on her own) and then he starts telling me that I should mind my own business, and that I’ve got some nerve insinuating that he was anything but a good samaritan trying to make sure a drunk girl got home safely. I informed him that I was going to call a cab for the girl, and he asked me if I was going to call one for myself, because it was late, and “not very safe for single girls with bad attitudes to walk anywhere alone” I have never been easily intimidated by anyone, and I’ve grown up working on farms and training horses, so physically I’m very fit and strong even though I’m only 5'5. I told him I’d never met anyone I couldn’t handle yet, but that he was welcome to step up and try me. He blew me off and left the bar in a huff.

I called a cab. The bartender asked who was paying for it, and I told him I would if the bar wouldn’t, and then wondered what it would do for their reputation if people found out this was how they treated college girls in a college town. After that, the bartender offered to pay for the cab. I called numbers in the girl’s phone (she just sat there in a drunk stupor) until I got ahold of her roommate (who hadn’t gone out that night) and explained what had happened. The roommate gave me their address and told me that she was going to go out front and wait for the cab. When the cab got to the bar, I told the driver where to go, and that I had his cab number, and the girl’s roommate was waiting for him, and that if anything went wrong, it was going to be his ass. He was dubious, but left with the girl, and within 15 minutes the girl’s roommate texted me on my phone and told me that she’d gotten her friend and everything was fine.

Then I started to walk to my car, which was a few blocks away. And there was the guy from the bar, actually waiting around to try and scare me. He honestly thought, after all of that, and even after I made it clear that I wasn’t afraid of him, that he could intimidate me. He started to cross the street my way, saying that I should have taken him seriously when he warned me about how it wasn’t safe to walk  alone and that I’d better be prepared to make up for getting in his way earlier. I thought he might attack me, but instead of backing off, I headed right for him, reiterating that I’d be happy to take him on if he wasn’t afraid of getting his ass kicked by a woman. I was honestly ready to fight him, but he abruptly backpedaled calling me a “crazy bitch” and saying that I “needed to learn how to take a joke” and then he left, yelling back over his shoulder that “There aren’t nosy bitches in every bar, but there are plenty of drunk ones in this town.” I’ve never seen him in the decade since, but I never go out that I don’t think about that asshole, and wonder how many girls he’s carted off from bars and raped or assaulted.

#YesAllWomen because I shouldnt have to hold my keys in fear & check over my shoulder every few seconds when i walk at night
because the odds of being attacked by a shark is 1 in 3,748,067, while a woman’s odds of being raped are 1 in 6…
because when Malala Yousafzai was 14 she was shot in the head for trying to go to school.
because we always have to watch our drink when we go to bars and parties.
because guys say “buT NOT ALL MEN!!!” but all women are bad drivers and all women are moody and all women are emotional and all women get to be painted w the same brush but dont u dare generalise men thats unfair!!!!
NO ONE actually thinks “all men”.
just TOO MANY men.
just ENOUGH men to be afraid.
just ENOUGH men that ALL women have experienced it.
just ENOUGH to make it a social problem and not a personal one.
BECAUSE if she is “too young” to be wearing “those clothes”, she’s also too young for you to be sexualizing her body for wearing them ???
because we NEED to be the generation who will teach our sons to act respectfully instead of teaching our daughters to beware.
Because i care about the problems of men?? you’re allowed to wear pink. you’re allowed to hate sports. you’re allowed to cry. you’re allowed to be small and scrawny. you’re allowed to be confused as hell when your car breaks down. you’re allowed to wear makeup. you’re allowed to express your feelings. you’re allowed to be afraid of spiders. you’re allowed to love romantic comedies. you’re allowed to hate the gym. you’re allowed to play with barbies. you’re allowed to not have abs.
Because it is not just about me, bc it is not just about anger, bc it is not just a JOKE, bc it is not just about the fact that gay men are “fags” but lesbians are “hot,” bc it is not just about pics of thin white girls being the only google image results for “beautiful women”, bc it is not just about what she was wearing or how many times she said yes before she changed her answer to no.
And because.. jesus chRIST why is equality so hard to grasp!!! like
I AM A PERSON
YOU ARE A PERSON
WE ARE EQUAL
FIN.

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No one warns little girls that being a woman is often going to be the art of holding yourself together because the wolf world around you was built to shatter you, to rip your courage out of your own arms so it can tear you apart.
—  Nikita Gill

You were a soft, melodic dream
who believed in the goodness
of every soul in this world,
until you came across someone
who saw your innocence,
wanted it for themselves,
and so they taught you
the most grotesque pain,
wrecked your sky castles
and made them ruined rain,
crushed your dreams and your girlhood,
took your gentle, full little heart,
curb stomped it until it was nothing
but shattered pieces falling apart.


They tossed it in a cold grave,
without a eulogy,nor ceremony,
nor even a truthful little song.
Walked away from all of this violence
as if they did nothing wrong.
But what they underestimated
what they did not see
was that your heart and you were not
the kinds that would die so easily,
or that you would return so strong
a creature made of such survival
a dragon girl now vengeance born.

—  Nikita Gill, How To Turn A Soft Girl Into A Dragon
If a boy hits my daughter, I will not tell her it is because he likes her, I will instead teach her how to fight back and defend her feelings as much as her body. And if a teacher tries to excuse his behaviour, I will remind them how inflicting pain on someone is a terrible way to show them you like them and a worse way to get attention. Little girls who know how to roar are not sheep to little boys who think they are wolves.
—  Nikita Gill

We are the direct result of generations of women who have endured centuries of trauma and fought to get us to this point. We owe it to them to take the torch that they have kept burning so long and turn it into a wildfire through our daughters and grand daughters. We owe them the debt of a glorious future for each generation of women that comes after us.

Nikita Gill

“Wow, I can’t believe this person did this horrible thing. This person is an asshole. Fuck this person.” = Justified way to vent. Not bigotry.

“Wow, I can’t believe this person did this horrible thing. People belonging to this person’s demographic are assholes. Fuck this demographic.” = Not a justified way to vent. BIGOTRY.

Absolutely no exceptions. It’s not a hard concept to grasp.