Because if I have to listen to one more second of these jackass men arguing about how that poor woman doesn't look like a survivor - one of them called her smug - I'm going to go at them with the biggest knife this kitchen holds.
I'm sorry we don't all curl up in a ball and dwell on it, for the rest of our days.
I'm sorry that we dare to push it back and focus on the things we DO have control over.
I'm sorry that we don't all have proof, down to the minute, of just when it happened.
No one gets to decide if I'm showing enough trauma to satisfy your definition.
And I'll give Zero this: he at least had the balls to own his actions.
(crossposted from
DW)