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October 5, 2001 ~ I'm Just a Walking Vagina
Why? WHY, I ask:
"It was at block eight that I was circled by two Hispanic guys twice my size who tried to block my progress down the street. "Hey sexy, where are you going?" one said mischievously as I pushed by and quickened my pace. I didn't reply. "Come here, we want to talk to you," the second beckoned as I reached block nine, spitting when I wouldn't answer."
~ Amanda in this entry
"i noticed that this guy in a truck was looking in my car. no fret, i thought, i'll just speed up and go a lane over, i told myself. and so, i did and proceeded to talk on the phone. well, after awhile, i felt an odd feeling take over me and lo and behold -- that same guy was looking at me again, this time on the other side of my car. at this point, i still wasn't trippin' much, because we were on a main, albeit deserted, street, and it connects to a lot of cities and such. however, after a couple of turns on some not-so-main-streets, i started to get freaked out, especially since i made an abrupt left turn and he speedily crossed about three lanes to make the same left turn i just made. and not only did he make the left turn, but he was tailgating me, and then proceeded to speed up so he'd be right next to me."
Anna in this entry.
These are not isolated events. This happens every single day, every single second, several times a second.
And once every ten seconds, a woman does NOT get away.
Women are NOT toys. We are not play things. We are not just legs, breasts, and vaginas. And we are capable of emotions other than fear. Like anger, indignation, and self-respect. I am getting sick of the catcalls, the indecent remarks, the sexual suggestions directed at me JUST for WALKING down the STREET. Tight dress or baggy clothes, it doesn't matter. If I'm female I am the target of this.
"Our society has reached a point where women are treated equally as men"? Right. I'll believe it when I see it.
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