vvithering: “Aside from some seriously disturbed and oblivious aliens, I doubt that any of the men...

vvithering:

“Aside from some seriously disturbed and oblivious aliens, I doubt that any of the men in the street taunt me with the expectation that I will turn around and say, “Yes, your comment about my ass was flattering and has turned me on. I accept your crude mating call and I think we should have sexual intercourse this instant. Do you have a condom? It’s okay if you don’t, I would like to bear your children and pass on your stellar genes. Why don’t you penetrate me in this alleyway? This is my dream come true. I think this may be true love.” 

The intention is to…I don’t know what the intention is, really. I assume for some, it’s to make me feel small. For them to assert their dominance over me. That for all of my hard work—my Ivy League degree, my multilingualism, my gainful employment—all a man has to do is make a flip comment about my ass, or even just ask me how my day is going in a particular tone, and I am nothing. I am a visually striking set of curves with an inconveniently independent brain stuck up at the top, way above the tits and the hips and the ass.”