Monthly Archives: January 2015

2015 and a feminist rant

I am not one for raving on about a new year, to me it is simply a change on the calendar, a measure of time if you will, but I do hope for the rise of feminism and awareness of women’s rights to keep progressing.

Me and a girl friend – like many I would imagine – went out last night and the amount of men that cat called us, slurred vile words to us, looked us up and down like we were a Sunday fucking dinner and were that tad bit forceful and wouldn’t get the hint that we didn’t want to kiss them made me rather infuriated.

I am sick to death of not feeling comfortable or feeling exposed (even if completely covered with clothes, which is irrelevant anyway) in the streets. I’m fed up of disgusting men thinking they can say the kind of things they do to us. Maybe what they say isn’t even disgusting in its content, but something along the lines of their intention, or that they’re 20 years older than you or that you clearly are uncomfortable and do not want to be approached.

I am also a girl who, just by nature, has a hard time being assertive, I’m a guilty member of the ‘I just want to be liked by everyone’ group. Also, having low self esteem means I feel half the time I don’t really deserve an opinion or a say and that’s why it gets me so angry when people say ‘you can say no’ or ‘you could’ve just told them to fuck off or go away’. Many – not all – girls aren’t fantastic at that, we have a polite and caring nature that stops that being an automatic response!
Anyhow, my point is, the fact that men really got on my nerves last night due to issues above. And the fact it was new year too meant I figured that they were both relevant to each other and I do hope feminism not only continues to be talked more openly about, but men start to realise they should have some fucking respect for us!