I hate men.
I’d like to be able to walk outside without men present. I usually wear jeans and a modest top, sometimes I dress up because I like fashion and streetwear. When I would walk around Manhattan I used to love looking at and admiring the awesome outfits other women put together, their hair, etc.
But even when I’m wearing plain jeans and a god damn t-shirt, I can’t go outside without feeling like a slab of meat.
Who told men they’re entitled to women? Who told them there’s nothing wrong with gawking at women? Their shitty dads? Their stupid dads?
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with glancing at someone. Hell, even staring for a little bit if you think they’re really attractive.
But men are so solipsistic; they don’t consider for one moment in their useless testosterone-riddled brains that they could be making women uncomfortable.
Do they realize how obvious they are? Do they think if they’re being quiet, we won’t notice that they’re ogling us?
Every god damn day I walk down the street and I see men staring as if I don’t notice. I’m not a decoration. I’m not here to amuse you, your tiny brain, or your tinier dick. Fuck you.
The other day, I was walking and a man was approaching me to go the opposite way. He was doing that stupid “openly stare at a woman and have your head on a swivel as you get closer to her” like, say, a curious and dumb monkey. It’s SO obvious and SO annoying. So as I got up to him and his head was at about a 90° angle looking at me, making eye contact and maybe even expecting me to smile (HAH!) I said in my best bitch voice, “Can I help you?” He replied with a shameful “no” and kept stumbling along.
From now on, if I catch a dude tracking me like a deer I’ll call him out. I hate that it’s potentially dangerous, but I’m fed up.
Male entitlement. They think this world exists for them. They think women are here to entertain them. They get offended when we refuse to. They call us stuck up bitches when we don’t do tricks like a dog for them. From birth, it’s ingrained into us to cater to men, make them feel comfortable, be passive, be pleasant, smile, look pretty for them, dress for them, don’t make them feel emasculated, don’t harm their fragile, fragile little fucking egos!
Why aren’t we taught important things? Why are we taught to be their mommies? I mean, I know they’re utterly incompetent. But it shouldn’t be our jobs to make THEM better at OUR expense. And it isn’t.
I’m still unlearning the years of damage I was inflicted, unlearning the lessons to hate myself. When I was a kid–A KID!– I never thought women could be funny, or leaders, or anything. when I was 8 and made comic book characters I made them all male because I believed female characters could never be interesting and no one would want to read a comic with female characters. EIGHT. I was 8 years old.
It’s not my fault men are so fragile that a woman showing a semblance of independence would shatter their entire world. That a woman could choose to NOT be passive, NOT be submissive; it is NOT my problem that this would destroy their limp egos.
Not my problem. Not my fucking problem.
This post was submitted by INeedMisandry.