02 7 / 2014
30 6 / 2014
So stoked about the Hobby Lobby ruling today. Officially going to incorporate myself so I can get a religious exemption for my student loans debt they violate my deeply held religious conviction that all debts are supposed to be forgiven every seven years, as per the book of Deuteronomy.
19 6 / 2014
Yesterday I was at a bar populated with douchey finance guys. A group of about 8 of them came and sat at a table for two next to us. 8 is more than 2 (math!) so they were all crowded around the table and up in our space. “Excuse me,” I said, as I got up to use the bathroom, but they just continued their conversation. On my way back to my seat, I said, “Excuse me,” a little louder, but that did nothing, so I maneuvered my way back in, contorting my body around the sweaty suited jerks. Finally, as I was leaving, I just kind of pushed past the guy because I was sick of asking to be excused. He pressed his butt up against mine and said something like “Yeah, I like that. Let me get in there deeper,” and then all his friends laughed.
I walked away, but all the way home, I wish I’d turned around and been like “suck my fucking dick.” Not that that would have done anything. There were 8 of them and 1 of me and we were on their turf and they would have found a way to turn things around and make me look like the crazy, loud girl or like I was asking for it or I would have ended up crying and looking weak.
I know this is by no means the worst thing girls go through. I feel bad even talking about it because I have friends who have been raped or sexually assaulted. So writing about these minor instances of being made to feel less than or degraded in some way makes me feel like I’m minimizing their more real experiences. But I hate it. I hate that these things happen once a week if not more. That there’s nothing you can do about it. That no matter how strong and happy I feel, the stupidest little thing a stranger says or does can make me feel 16 and powerless again. I hate that all the way home, I looked at men taking up space on the subway, feeling entitled to open their legs wide, forcing girls to have to ask for their tiny bit of space in this world.
I am glad we are finally talking about these things. I am thankful for #yesallwomen and Kathleen Hanna and Amy Poehler and every oversensitive reactionary feminist blog and my beautiful, strong, loud mother because I know we are making progress. I will keep complaining. I will keep talking. I can’t be shut up. I don’t need to be excused.