Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acid stains you, drugs cause cramps, guns aren’t lawful, nooses give, gas smells aweful, you might as well live.
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
If someone is doing something that makes you uncomfortable like this, you do not need to be nice. Swear, kick, scream, make the asshole cry. You don’t have to nice, be as rude as you want
Who the hell is dale
In September of 1988, 19 year old Tara Calico left her house in New Mexico to go on a short bike ride at around 9:30 AM. She had asked her mother to come pick her up if she wasn’t home by noon. Tara had not returned for some time, so her mother went and searched for her, but could not find her on the usual road that she biked on. However, piecces of her walkman were found on the trail, and her mother reported it to the police. She was never seen again. The case was cold until June of 1989 when a woman found this polaroid in a parking lot of a convenience store.
It was believed that the girl in the photo was Tara, and the boy was another person that had gone missing in that area a year before. However, the boy’s body was found in the same area that he had originally gone missing. There were two more photos found with women that resembled Tara, but they were never released to the public. All in all, the police ruled that Tara was likely struck by a car and the driver had hidden her body along with her bike. If this is true, then who are the kids in the photos?
In January of 2006, the husband of 35 year old Teresa Butler arrived home to find that his wife was gone and their two sons were by themselves. The sons had no information on where their mother had gone. Her phone, purse, a playstation, a gamecube, a digital camera, and a car stereo disappeared with Teresa Butler. However, her wedding rings and Jeep were both left behind. Phone records revealed that Teresa had made two calls to two different phones in different towns. When investigated, neither person claimed to know Teresa and had no idea why she would be calling them. There are still no answers to where she might be, and there has never been any new evidence.
In April of 1988, 40 year old Diane Augat left her home and was never seen again. Three days afterwards, her mother received a call she believed to be Diane. She said “Help! Help! Let me out!” and then “Hey! Gimmie that!” At this point, it sounded like someone was trying to snatch the phone of out her hand. The caller ID read Starlight, but there was no answer when they attempted to call back. The situation took a turn for the worst on April 15, when the tip of one of Diana’s fingers was found in the area where she was last seen the day she disappeared. Two weeks after this, a bag was found in a convenience store freezer, which contained Diane’s clothing. Two years after that, a local newspaper published a story about Diane’s disappearance. Not too long afterwards, another bag labeled “Diane” was found in a different convenience store freezer. It contained many of her belongings. Despite these findings, no trace of Diane has ever been found.
its embarrassing being a happy crier. also an angry crier. definitely a sad crier too. actually you know what im pretty much just always crying
Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love first locked eyes on each other at eleven in the evening on Friday, January 12, 1990, and within 30 seconds they were tussling on the floor. The setting was the Satyricon, a small, dimly lit nightclub in Portland, Oregon. Kurt was there for a Nirvana gig; Courtney had come with a friend who was dating a member of the opening band, the wonderfully named Oily Bloodmen. Already an infamous character in Portland, Love was holding court in a booth when she saw Kurt walk by a few minutes before his band was set to appear onstage. Courtney was wearing a red polka-dot dress. “You look like Dave Pirner,” she said to him, meaning the remark to sound like a small insult, but also a flirt. Kurt did look a bit like Pirner, the lead singer of Soul Asylum, as his hair had grown long and tangled - he washed it just once a week, and then only with bar soap. Kurt responded with a flirt of his own: He grabbed Courtney and wrestled her to the ground. “It was in front of the jukebox,” Courtney remembered, “which was playing my favorite song by Living Color. There was beer on the floor.” She was glad her comment had gotten attention, but she hadn’t expected to be pinned to the floor by this little waif of a boy.
—Heavier Than Heaven, A Biography of Kurt Cobain, by Charles R. Cross
I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.
my mom has been a cop for over 20 years and she is the one who constantly warns me about police aggression and young male cops and told me that if you’re ever alone on a rural road and a cop throws their lights on to put on your four ways and drive to the next gas station before stopping because so many cops are scum and it’s not worth the chance of getting hurt. the fact that SHE feels the need to tell me this shit scares me to death
what I did all day instead of actual responsibilities