Things you should never wear in public because you are raping me with your bad fashion sense and I, an adult with a fully functional neck and eyes, am incapable of simply looking away if I don’t like it:
Distressed jeans. Nobody needs to see random bits of legs. Go short or go home.
Tapered jeans. Nobody needs to see the shape of your legs. Unless you’re wearing shorts or a short skirt, in which case it’s totally okay.
Layered shirts. If you need to layer it, you shouldn’t be wearing it.
Anything that supports the A’s. They suck.
FUCKING CRIMSON AND SCARLET TOGETHER. DO *NOT*.
Pajama pants and sweatpants, unless you’re either pregnant or on your way to/from an exercise class. Stop raping me with your sloppy appearance.
For those who couldn’t tell, this post was a joke. Like what the social justice movement has become. For fuck’s sake, if you don’t like the way someone is dressed, fucking look away. Don’t take a picture of them and shame them on social media, ESPECIALLY if they have an unusual way of dressing. SOMEONE, like ME, might LIKE the way they are dressed, and then how fucking stupid and shallow do YOU look? Those people have families, and jobs that take more of their time and energy than being a whiny-arsed barista with so much time on their hands that they can’t find anything better to do than yell insults at someone they recognise for doing something that they don’t personally approve of, and then make fun of their clothes on social media. Fuck you. Maybe that person dislikes his job and parts of his family don’t even like him, but fuck you ANYWAY because you ~maaade me, waaah~ compose a passionate defence of him wearing whatever the fuck he wants to wear.
Oh, by the way… did the person who posted the picture to which you were responding obtain consent to take that picture, which has his face in it, and post it on social media? Because otherwise, you’re a bloody hypocrite stompwhining about that couple dressing the way they want to and pretending it’s an issue of consent.
The post that this person is responding to absolutely reeks of “Appease the Normie!” and “Enforce Conformity!”, neither of which I have any tolerance for after attending a school which only purpose was to enforce neurotypical behaviour (I have ASD and so does the person whom the poster above me is defending). So, yeah, also don’t fucking bitch about people’s coping mechanisms or try to force them to be ~normal~.
Guess what? Personal style choices are personal style choices. Maybe my personal style choice is to wander around town on a leash. Maybe your personal style choice is to wear 4XL band tees with pantyhose and a belt. Maybe Fred over there’s choice is to wear boot cut jeans and colorful ladies’ trench coats. WHO CARES. We should be CELEBRATING each other’s style differences, not whinging about conformity and consent. For fuck’s sake.
Also, if anyone’s going to say “but think of the CHILDREN if you walk around town on a leash”, I mean, kids are actually really good at understanding things if you don’t act weird and embarrassed about them. I’d look a kid’s mother straight in the eye and tell her, “It prevents me from getting lost. Go on. Tell Little Johnny there.”
Because to men, a key is a device to open something. For women, it’s a weapon we hold between our fingers when we’re walking alone at night.
Because the biggest insult for a guy is to be called a “pussy,” a “little bitch” or a “girl.” From here on out, being called a “pussy” is an effing badge of honor.
Because last month, my politics professor asked the class if women should have equal representation in the Supreme Court, and only three out of 42 people raised their hands.
Because rape jokes are still a thing.
Because despite being equally broke college kids, guys are still expected to pay for dates, drinks and flowers.
Because as a legit student group, Campus Fellowship does not allow women to lead anything involving men. Look, I know Eve was dumb about the whole apple and snake thing, but I think we can agree having a vagina does not directly impact your ability to lead a
college organization.
Because it’s assumed that if you are nice to a girl, she owes you sex — therefore, if she turns you down, she’s a bitch who’s put you in the “friend zone.” Sorry, bro, women are not machines you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.
Because only 29 percent of American women identify as feminist, and in the words of author Caitlin Moran, “What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Did all that good shit get on your nerves? Or were you just drunk at the time
of the survey?”
Because when people hear the term feminist, they honestly think of women burning bras. Dude, have you ever bought a bra? No one would burn them because they’re freaking
expensive.
Because Rush Limbaugh.
Because we now have a record number of women in the Senate … which is a measly 20 out of 100. Congrats, USA, we’ve gone up to 78th place for women’s political representation, still below China, Rwanda and Iraq.
Because recently I had a discussion with a couple of well-meaning Drake University guys, and they literally could not fathom how catcalling a woman walking down University Avenue is creepy and sexist.
Could. Not. Fathom.
Because on average, the tenured male professors at Drake make more than the tenured female professors.
Because more people on campus complain about chalked statistics regarding sexual assault than complain about the existence of sexual assault. Priorities? Have them.
Because 138 House Republicans voted against the Violence Against Women Act. All 138 felt it shouldn’t provide support for Native women, LGBT people or immigrant women. I’m kind of confused by this, because I thought LGBT people and women of color were also human beings.
Weird, right?
Because a girl was roofied last semester at a local campus bar, and I heard someone say they think she should have been more careful. Being drugged is her fault, not the fault of the person who put drugs in her drink?
Because Chris Brown beat Rihanna so badly she was hospitalized, yet he still has fans and bestselling songs and a tattoo of an abused woman on his neck.
Because out of 7 billion people on the planet, more than 1 billion women will be raped or beaten in their lifetimes. Women and girls have their clitorises cut out, acid thrown on them and broken bottles shoved up them as an act of war. Every second of every day. Every corner of the Earth.
Because the other day, another friend of mine told me she was raped, and I can no longer count on both my hands the number of friends who have told me they’ve been sexually assaulted. Words can’t express how scared I am that I’m getting used to this.
Because a brief survey of reality will tell you that we do not live in a world that values all people equally and that sucks in real, very scary ways. Because you know we live in a sexist world when an awesome thing with the name “feminism” has a weird connotation. Because if I have kids someday, I want my son to be able to have emotions and play dress up, and I want my daughter to climb trees and care more about what’s in her head than what’s on it. Because I don’t want her to carry keys between her fingers at night to
protect herself.
Because feminism is for everybody, and this is your official invitation.
