I wish that I could make sure this blog post was able to reach the eyes of every human being on the planet, but even if I could do that, I know that isn’t the same as this post reaching the mind of every human being.
When am I going to be able to walk from my front door to my car at night without having to constantly look over my shoulder to make sure no one is following me?
When am I going to be able to wear whatever I want in public and know that in my heart of hearts, if anything happens to me, my clothing won’t be called into question in court?
When will the word feminism be well known for its actual meaning: “the fight for equality of women and men.”
When will all women be able to live in peace, without fear of being raped if they are in the wrong place at the wrong time?
When will I be able to trust that the man telling me that I’m pretty and buying me a drink at a club really just wants to be a nice guy and complement me?
People who believe that men and women have achieved equality are sadly mistaken.
Because all women have walked to their car in the dark, keys clutched tight in hand, one poking out between two fingers.
Because when I go out to bars or clubs, I have to think about whether what I’m wearing is too suggestive, instead of putting on whatever I please.
Because I feel the need to apologize when I’m not wearing makeup or my hair hasn’t been washed, or when I’m generally looking anything other than flawless.
Because there was nothing I could do about the man who touched me inappropriately in the middle of Gillette Stadium as I waited for my then-boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STADIUM.
Because there was also nothing I could do when a man touched me inappropriately in the middle of a crowded street, his arm around his girlfriend. Because retaliating in the way I wanted to…
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