Boost the signal: Plant a tree for Groot!
*does the cup song with the goblet of fire*
you’re gonna miss me when i’m gone
IT WAS PUBLISHED 13 YEARS AGO
a underaged girl could be wearing lingerie and shaking her ass in a grown man’s face begging him to take her and guess whaaat
hes still trash for fucking her
hes the adult. he has enough control and willpower to say no. he knows that fucking kids is wrong.
stop sympathizing with men and protecting them for falling “victim” to “teenage temptresses”
if you cant trust yourself to not fuck kids, even if they “tempt you” the problem is you, NOT the kid
My house is strange. There’s me, i’m bisexual, and I live with my gay brother and my asexual fiance.
My brother and I have the same taste in boys, but i’m really the only one who likes girls, and my fiance is generally just really excited about dragons.
Dude I want this sitcom
is generally just really excited about dragons
Pluto Tumblr Posts photoset
OHANA MEANS FAMILY
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU
PLUTO IS CRYING
Chris Evans just really loves women, ok ?
The number of “get me out of here” tactics women have developed and shared to help each other escape from overly-insistent-to-borderline-predatory dudes in public places should probably be enough evidence of the existence of rape culture all on its own.
I especially like how, in the majority of cases, you don’t have to verbally communicate what your signals are to other women. I’ve had women I didn’t even know come save me. Literally every woman recognizes the “Dear god, help me” facial expression, and knows exactly what they should do. We don’t get a handbook for this. We don’t have a sit-down nail polish party where we talk about a standardized woman code for preventing creepers. It’s just part of being a woman.
BUT LOL RAPE CULTURE DOESN’T EXIST.
Yup. I’ve definitely taken strangers by the arm and pulled her aside to go, “Oh my GOD it’s you! How ARE YOU?!? It’s been so long!” and then been like “hey I could overhear that guy who wouldn’t leave you alone so I figured I’d give you an out” and then see their VISIBLY RELIEVED expressions. This is part of girl code, because rape culture is that pervasive.
I once had a girl sit on my lap and say “hey baby” after she witnessed a guy (who was easily 20+ years older than me) hitting on me and harassing me for my number even after I told him I was taken. After he got up and left she asked if I was okay. I couldn’t thank her enough times, I even bought her a drink.
We have done this. In fact, we are this. Because we are asexual and we don’t like alcohol so we never drink, we have gone with friends to parties/places where our sole job was to keep an eye out for everyone and be the permanent ‘aggressive man-sheild.’ Not one of our female friends has ever questioned this or found it all strange. In fact, often once they realized we were willing to do it, it would be pre-arranged. Every guy friend we ever did this in front of or tried to explain to looked flabbergasted. They had no idea that this was a) an intentional thing, b) a planned ahead thing, or c) universal.
Rape culture is the fact that every woman understands this. Male privilege is the fact that no guy on earth seems to know or understand.
I’ve been asked to pretend to be my friend’s girlfriend every time we go out at night, just because she wears clothes that show off her curves and guys won’t leave her alone. They only back off when I put my arm around her and act as if we’re together romantically, and sometimes not even then.
i once ran interference for a friend, only to receive the unwanted advances myself. he wouldn’t back off until my (male) friend literally wrapped me up in his arms and acted as if he was my S.O.
It happens online too. A guy I know started Facebook-stalking me after a recent interaction, and my roommate immediately got on Facebook and told him she was my girlfriend. He thankfully backed off after that.
I can’t count the number of times I have pretended to be somebody’s girlfriend or sister in a bar when a guy wouldn’t leave her alone. Both with friends and strangers.
After reading these, I feel like taking a shower. Because I’m the designated driver pretty much every time, not being a big fan of alcohol, but I rarely, if ever, intervene. And yeah, I’m small and pretty physically weak, but I could put my foot down verbally if it came down to it. I’m just too scared.
You’re probably scared of confronting the guys. And you should be. That’s what this whole post is about. Rape culture is so prevalent and socially accepted as the rule of the land that if someone confronts a guy and tells him directly to back off, someone is getting hurt. That’s why all of the testimonies here are examples of how to deflect. How women all learn methods of pulling a woman away from a situation with a guy who isn’t allowing her to say no, by making up some lie that will get the guy to let her go without sending him into a rage and deciding to teach you both a lesson about knowing your place and submitting to rape culture. Men are dangerous in these situations because all of society backs them up as just a nice guy who deserves a chance, and vilifies any woman who refuses to give him a chance. Women are not allowed to say no. So other women have to rescue the women saying no and pull them away with some made up excuse. Otherwise the situation will escalate and the ones who get hurt are always the women.
Women absolutely have to learn rescue tactics for each other, but it’s kind of funny how we describe really obvious facial expressions and body language as “secret signals.” The reality is that women telegraph disinterest in these aggressive men, making it super obvious, but men choose to ignore it. Total strangers who are just sitting nearby or happen to glace their way will be able to see that the woman isn’t interested, but the guy making the advances is somehow oblivious? Unlikely.
And its fucked because women actively know the signs while men have refused to learn any body language signal of “leave me alone” that women do.
Women are always the one who have to accommodate their behavior to suit mens egos.
triflin’ ass dudes, take note. and please PLEASE, men, become interference runners for your women friends
Saturday I was judging a high school debate tournment, and going home required a rather short walk to the subway through a not terrible, but slightly sketchy part of Boston. As I was cross the street to get on the path that would take me to the station, I saw a group of about six guys, in that happy excited stage of somewhat drunk. I was like “oh, GREAT. But they stayed on the opposite side of the street from me.
After about a block, one of them walked across the street and called out, “Excuse me, ma’am?” and waited until I turned to look at him, and he said, “Sorry to bother you, but is this the way to the train?” I said yes, it was. He said, “How much further? Someone told us it was like, right here and we were thinking it didn’t look right.” (He was saying this in the slightly over-ennunciated way of the somewhat inebriated.) I said it was about two more blocks and it would be there, he said thank you, and went back across the street to his buddies to give the report.
Now, I admit I have a pretty strong “don’t fuck with me” field, and I rarely get street harassment. But guy, this is how you do it. Let me numerate the ways he and the other guys handled this interaction perfectly.
1: They all stayed on the other side of street. There was no crowding into my space.
2: Only one of them came over while the others waited.
3: He got my attention respectfully, and waited until I was looking at him to ask his question.
4: he stayed a good 15 feet away from me the entire time. He was respecting my space.
5: He asked his question, asked for clarification, thanked me, and moved on. He did not take my willingness to answer his question as license to continue to bother me.
I don’t know if he was consciously doing this, or what, but this is how you do it. It’s a little sad that I find this so remarkable, but if you need a primer on how to ask a question of a woman walking alone, this should get you started.
i was confused when i scrolled down and it didn’t say “old as balls”
real talk tangled is better than frozen
Putting on makeup is such a spiritual experience I watch myself go from a 3 to a 9 right in front of my mirror I love it
no, if you are putting on makeup, I don’t care who you are or what you look like, you go from about a 10 to 1
keep talking shit you gonna go from a basic ass 2 to a 6-feet-under