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I am really sick and tired of the men in my town. Really Sick And Tired.
I am disgusted every single time a guy walks up to me in the hall and asks for a hug, just so he can feel the shape of my breast against his chest, while (very unseruptitously) he reaches for my ass, copping a feel. Killing two birds with one stone, you might say. It appalls me even more when the being of the male persuasion has a girlfriend, who absolutely adores him, but he has grown tired of her, tossing her to the side like a piece of gum that has lost its flavor. Its sad, but true. A lot of the women in my school have been chewed up, spat out, yet still cling to the shoe of their "honey" or "baby".
I am pissed off by the fact that I can no longer wear what I want because it is fitted, which seems to arouse the self-proclaimed "men" of the institution. I can not wear, more or less, any of my shirts because I feel violated whenever a guy looks my way, just to look at my chest, because they are fitted in the bust area. I can no longer feel safe wearing any pants but my baggy sweats or baggy jeans, for fear of groping hands. I can't wear low-rise jeans out of the terror that someone will tug them down. (Which has happened before.) I only feel safe wearing the huge shirts that most girls would sleep in, or the huge pants that you wear while exercising.
I can't walk down the hallway without a guy brushing up on me, grabbing me or slapping my ass, or brushing me on the inside of the leg. Yet, when we try to protect ourselves, we are reprimanded. I once punched a guy (who shall remain nameless....) in the face who put his hands on me, but was then sent to the principal, who lectured me on using violence in school.
This is just getting me aggravated. And an aggravated Rebecca is not a Rebecca you want to deal with.
Should I really have to deal with this every day? Should I allow men to try to maul me? No one else seems to find it disturbing when a guy comes up from behind you and puts his hands all over the girl infront of you in lines breasts. She seems only to giggle and turn around. If he even though of trying that on me, I swear on all of my predecessors, I would break his nose. I don't care if I get expelled. I should be free to wear what I want, and to be able to walk down the hallway without fear of being inappropriately touched by people I've never spoken to.
I see other women being disrespected everywhere I turn, and it nauseates me. I am not trying to start a feminist movement, I adore men, I do. But not like this. This is wrong. This is not what was intended. I can not fathom how someone could tolerate being molested like that.
I am fed up with this.
Rebecca Danielle Mountain is displeased. Very very displeased.
I am disgusted every single time a guy walks up to me in the hall and asks for a hug, just so he can feel the shape of my breast against his chest, while (very unseruptitously) he reaches for my ass, copping a feel. Killing two birds with one stone, you might say. It appalls me even more when the being of the male persuasion has a girlfriend, who absolutely adores him, but he has grown tired of her, tossing her to the side like a piece of gum that has lost its flavor. Its sad, but true. A lot of the women in my school have been chewed up, spat out, yet still cling to the shoe of their "honey" or "baby".
I am pissed off by the fact that I can no longer wear what I want because it is fitted, which seems to arouse the self-proclaimed "men" of the institution. I can not wear, more or less, any of my shirts because I feel violated whenever a guy looks my way, just to look at my chest, because they are fitted in the bust area. I can no longer feel safe wearing any pants but my baggy sweats or baggy jeans, for fear of groping hands. I can't wear low-rise jeans out of the terror that someone will tug them down. (Which has happened before.) I only feel safe wearing the huge shirts that most girls would sleep in, or the huge pants that you wear while exercising.
I can't walk down the hallway without a guy brushing up on me, grabbing me or slapping my ass, or brushing me on the inside of the leg. Yet, when we try to protect ourselves, we are reprimanded. I once punched a guy (who shall remain nameless....) in the face who put his hands on me, but was then sent to the principal, who lectured me on using violence in school.
This is just getting me aggravated. And an aggravated Rebecca is not a Rebecca you want to deal with.
Should I really have to deal with this every day? Should I allow men to try to maul me? No one else seems to find it disturbing when a guy comes up from behind you and puts his hands all over the girl infront of you in lines breasts. She seems only to giggle and turn around. If he even though of trying that on me, I swear on all of my predecessors, I would break his nose. I don't care if I get expelled. I should be free to wear what I want, and to be able to walk down the hallway without fear of being inappropriately touched by people I've never spoken to.
I see other women being disrespected everywhere I turn, and it nauseates me. I am not trying to start a feminist movement, I adore men, I do. But not like this. This is wrong. This is not what was intended. I can not fathom how someone could tolerate being molested like that.
I am fed up with this.
Rebecca Danielle Mountain is displeased. Very very displeased.