Even 10% is crazy high, and that is the lowest estimate given. Crazy I say.
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
omnis_audis - Oct 17, 2009 9:05:37 am PDT #26800 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
WindSparrow - Oct 17, 2009 9:28:03 am PDT #26801 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Even 10% is crazy high, and that is the lowest estimate given. Crazy I say.
What's crazier to my mind is the fact that the vast majority of sexual assault is not the stranger breaking into someone's home, or dragging the victim into a dark alley, but is committed by someone the victim knows. Mad Men is apparently portraying rape in an accurate way. Dunno. Don't watch the show.
WindSparrow - Oct 17, 2009 9:46:24 am PDT #26802 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
[link] Here is a cute bat taking a drink of water on the wing, just for a change of pace.
erikaj - Oct 17, 2009 10:09:27 am PDT #26803 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
I don't get catcalled. Not that I want to; it's shitty,obviously. I would hate it. But I also know it's not because they respect me too much not to do it. It's because my chair neuters me. That's not exactly a feminist victory.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Oct 17, 2009 10:26:12 am PDT #26804 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
That's not exactly a feminist victory.
Yeah. There's a whole disabled sexuality thing that confuses this issue a whole lot for wheelchair/walking aid users (and presumably many other people with disabilities too).
sj - Oct 17, 2009 10:27:46 am PDT #26805 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I've found it really shocking when I have seen cat calling, etc.because, much like Erika, it never happens to me. However, I'm usually extra paranoid if I am out past dark alone because I know I can't run fast if the situation calls for it.
Hil R. - Oct 17, 2009 10:46:05 am PDT #26806 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
New disabled feminist blog: [link]
Connie Neil - Oct 17, 2009 11:02:11 am PDT #26807 of 30000
brillig
One reason I let myself get as fat as I am is to stop the remarks. My tits developed fairly exuberantly, and the random remarks didn't stop till I was a size where they weren't as noticeable. I don't get strangers saying anything to me about the fat, perhaps because I'm standing straight up and moving with a purpose that suggests being fat will not stop me from dealing appropriately with them.
About ten years ago now, I went on a business trip to Philadelphia, and twice I took the train up to New York for the day. I got back very late and had to walk back from the station to my lodgings through the empty streets of Central City Philly. I never felt threatened, but I never saw anyone who wasn't about their business, either.
P.M. Marc - Oct 17, 2009 11:07:45 am PDT #26808 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I used to get catcalls and propositions a lot. It eased up after 30. But it was often miserable before.
The worst wasn't random strangers, though. The worst was the men I barely knew and had classes with, because somehow, knowing my name upped their fucking sense of entitlement.
Signed, had one class she always left early so she could hide in the restroom to avoid her stalker.
Connie Neil - Oct 17, 2009 11:12:25 am PDT #26809 of 30000
brillig
I had a stalker for a while. I didn't know him, and I think he just picked up on me because he saw me walking to work. He'd trail me in his car. Stalkers shouldn't drive distinctive cars. I ignored him until the day he followed me into my work building, then I told Hubby. He disappeared after that, and I was afraid Hubby had done something that could get him in trouble, then a while ago he told me he'd immediately gone to the police, who said, "Well, that's something that will endanger his parole, thanks for telling us."
Joy.