Just another twenty-something's musings on life, occasional rants and phone photos, and copius fashion/scenic/food/quote reblogs.
If the only thing I can do for you is live a good life, and keep being a good friend, then that I shall do.
It seems to me that the “right” thing to do is usually the harder thing. And that hard thing often isn’t big and brave and confrontational. Sometimes, it’s quietly and graciously walking away for the sake of someone you love.
~ January 10, 2013
And here we go again.
This is so not over.
Thinking about getting away for a couple of days. Motel room at the beach, perhaps? Just need some time to myself, to talk to God, to set my priorities straight, drink tea, and take walks.
On Friday I was talking to my female workmate about sexual harassment, rape, etc. I was a bit shocked at the level of victim-blaming that a young, independent Australian woman was willing to come out with.
Oh, and the word she used to describe the occasional situation where a woman was doing “all the right things” - walking down a well lit street in decent clothes, for example - and was still victimized? “Unfortunate.”
Now, despite four years studying highly relevant topics at university, I couldn’t reason with her (in part due to my lack of eloquence). So I’m going to vent here.
(The next paragraph is potentially upsetting)
"Unfortunate" is when you miss the bus or trip over in the street. Not when a man consciously chooses to take hold of the body of a woman or man, verbally degrade her/him, rip off her/his clothing and have forced sexual intercourse with them, while getting off on the power trip of it all.
"Unfortunate" doesn’t quite cover that, my dear. And even though you perhaps didn’t mean it exactly as it sounded…language is important. Meanings matter. Attitudes shape behaviour.
Sometimes I imagine that one day in the distant future, I’ll be driving my children home from school and Simple Song by The Shins will come on the radio and I’ll say “now kids, let me tell you a story”…