I’ve been trying to understand everything that is in the news these days about men taking advantage of women. Hundreds of women have accused hundreds of men of rape, inappropriate touching, men pleasuring themselves in front of women who didn’t want to watch them, and the list of accusations goes on and on.
I suspect that most allegations are true. Right? Actually, that is not how I feel.
Coming from a place of innocent until proven guilty, some of the allegations leave me wondering if we are seeing the end of men asking women to go out on dates, and the end of women wanting to go out on dates with men.
Maybe we are witnessing the end of weddings. Maybe we are witnessing single people staying single forever. There is an upside to that, but let’s save it for another day.
If a man puts his hand on my shoulder, should I scream rape? What if he puts his hand on my knee? Should I call the police? If he says he likes my hair or the dress I’m wearing is he making inappropriate comments? Lordy, I hope that’s not the case.
I don’t know if the women’s movement is for me. I don’t own a pussy hat, I will never wave a plastic vagina around like a big foam finger, and screaming at the sky just looks stupid.
I like being a woman and I like men. I can decide for myself what is and isn’t acceptable, and if a man goes down that road and I don’t like it then I’m going to call The Washington Post and Gloria Allred.
Not really … I will slap the crap out of him and go home.
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