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Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Slutwalk London June 11 2011
slutmeansspeakup.org.uk
I had planned to attend this, but as is so often the case, my body has played up and I've come down with some random noxious lurgie that will keep me at home.
While I was looking through some of the comments on facebook and other linked sites, I came across this :
theowlofderision open letter.
It touched so many memories.
Of walking home from my first job aged 18 and being groped by a middle aged man walking in the opposite direction, who just grabbed my boob, squeezed, and walked on, leaving me stunned and horrified.
Of being told from the age of 11 onwards that 'you don't get many of those to the pound' as I bought ice-creams/sweets/chips/add any random interaction between me and a salesman.
Of men brushing their hands over my jumper because ' I think there was a pice of lint'
But most of all, it was her comment about being told to smile.
I didn't smile at strangers from about the age of 12.
Even today I have a tendency to keep my mouth straight and my face expressionless.
Why?
Because when i was 12 I went to a funfair.
On my own, because none of my friends wanted to go and I loved them, and my mum said it was silly not to do something that I loved just because I would have to do it on my own.
And when I was there I smiled lots, because I was having fun and enjoying myself.
OMG!, I can hear you think.... what happened?
Not much.
But one of the fairground hands decided that he would give me a pice of advice.
And when I was on the waltzers [ my favourite ride ] and he was about to spin me around faster, he told me i shouldn't smile so much.
Because it would 'lead people on'
So I stopped.
Right then.
I wasn't stupid.
I knew what happened to girls who 'lead men on'
I just hadn't realised that smiling could do that.
Its a sad world sometimes.
:(
I had planned to attend this, but as is so often the case, my body has played up and I've come down with some random noxious lurgie that will keep me at home.
While I was looking through some of the comments on facebook and other linked sites, I came across this :
theowlofderision open letter.
It touched so many memories.
Of walking home from my first job aged 18 and being groped by a middle aged man walking in the opposite direction, who just grabbed my boob, squeezed, and walked on, leaving me stunned and horrified.
Of being told from the age of 11 onwards that 'you don't get many of those to the pound' as I bought ice-creams/sweets/chips/add any random interaction between me and a salesman.
Of men brushing their hands over my jumper because ' I think there was a pice of lint'
But most of all, it was her comment about being told to smile.
I didn't smile at strangers from about the age of 12.
Even today I have a tendency to keep my mouth straight and my face expressionless.
Why?
Because when i was 12 I went to a funfair.
On my own, because none of my friends wanted to go and I loved them, and my mum said it was silly not to do something that I loved just because I would have to do it on my own.
And when I was there I smiled lots, because I was having fun and enjoying myself.
OMG!, I can hear you think.... what happened?
Not much.
But one of the fairground hands decided that he would give me a pice of advice.
And when I was on the waltzers [ my favourite ride ] and he was about to spin me around faster, he told me i shouldn't smile so much.
Because it would 'lead people on'
So I stopped.
Right then.
I wasn't stupid.
I knew what happened to girls who 'lead men on'
I just hadn't realised that smiling could do that.
Its a sad world sometimes.
:(
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