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How do you capture a gendered experience in a way that the other gender gets it as harmful?
If you are a man do this: At a bus stop compliment hair of a man standing next to you and ask what is his name. Women can do the same for other strange women especially early in the morning on your way to work. It is fun and interesting.
One might think complementing hair is polite, just like that. It is, truly. I really love your hair too. You have lovely hair.
THEY KILLED THIS 😍😍 pic.twitter.com/A4Z6UoA4VW
— Bitch Problems (@FemaleTexts) 28. elokuuta 2016
It can be difficult to talk to women as they were human beings, but it tells more about you than of women. You are just a pig.
inspired by the phenomenon of making sounds at women: It is still called catcalling. Women as animals, men as people.
Men who talk to women as they were dogs, women as dogs are called cats, like dogs to whistle to women asking something from men when passing by just by being women going somewhere, because women are needy and vulnerable; do you want my company, do you want me? You must want me.
Coming to you, smiling to you, being nice to you, showing interest in you, going with you, wanting you to take her to places, being with you, wanting you, adoring you, touching you, serving you. Surely you will take care of me, won’t you now.
As they who are whistled to were dogs and are in a position of dogs to those who have opportunity and permission to do gestures and sounds meaning something as gifts and courtesy. Them men as an interested right party when women pass by. It is a right way to treat women, something they should accept as their part. Those who stand by cease their opportunity, are playing their part. There isn’t anybody telling them they do something wrong, if there is a countering message it does not sink in. Catcallers act their power play, because they are not able to do anything else. They are incapable of changing their ways, because there is not any need to in their minds, in their world. In their minds they think they do the right thing gender-wise calling from above to a piece of ass and tits. Something they were born to do for themselves and for women, in that moment of standing by, waiting and looking, catching fish, their prey.
A woman is an opportunity, a different species to eat and consume. There is always a simple any woman to catch in this kind of world which sees women as something to be caught and used. What there is to talk to a dog? What there is to talk to a woman? Only things she wants to hear. Do women have anything to say other than thank you? Do you as men have something else to say, something else to see than body parts? Are you waiting for a reply other than kick in the nuts? Wagging of a tail, tender look of wet eyes who look at you admiringly? I am yours. I am something to own, take me with you. Men who take their time to gaze women as their right and as a compliment to women. Something to contribute to lives of women. We are thankful for every interest you show. How nice of you.
My conclusion is that sexual harassment is widely accepted form of violence. (Because it is good to be wanted. Of course, who would not want to to be wanted. It is a terrible thing if somebody is not wanted.)
If you feel like you may be in danger, please contact your local authorities. so they can access your situation. Don’t whisper about it with your buddies. Somebody might comment your silent lament. I don’t think it shows good taste or judgment to have sex with students either. It has an effect on the atmosphere and reputation of the school.
Is the punishment for having said one’s opinion to be all over the place trashed and ignored.. plus extras? That was the plan. And yeah the few other massively bad things done by me of course. Oh booy. What are the characteristics of civilized people and nations again? Why people in the arts consider themselves more civilized than others has not opened to me well. Only that the craft attracts narcissist assholes. It was that Guerilla Girls wore masks to prevent blacklisting for having criticized the art world for discriminating women. What kind of world does not accept critique or gender equality? Not a very open nor civilized one. To pose as open and good, human and intellectual, but slash people who try to change current situation for better is very bizarre.
Museum of Love – The Who’s Who Of Who Cares
https://soundcloud.com/dfa-records/museum-of-love-the-whos-who-of-who-cares-1
How many times (there is something personal experienced in repeat) I repeat. Byhyy. Get a grip folks, do it now
It has become personal dilemma for me as I encounter it continuously. I have encountered it, disdain for existing in front of someone, having been in the way probably. It comes so naturally the hate towards someone like me. I know it now by heart. I speak of it because spite and disrespect has grown into me sown in stitched darn, an order that tells me I should feel like dirt and know my place. My knowledge of myself, of me keeps me doing what I do. It preserves me and enlightens me. I have no need to compare myself to anybody. I have no need to live anybody else’s life. I know my place. It is expanding and moving.
I can never completely let passed things go, who could let hurtful words and faces go which were with so much contempt. How odd I am, curiously poking, testing, needling. I am the odd one, not sadistic though. How weird, how worthless. And how many times it happens again and again to someone else because that person who is hated happens to be in someone’s way doing something irregular, having presence of irregular and out of place or just someone strange to be tested. I have become to think it is natural for us. Something that cannot be helped nor avoided it has to be faced, although we are conscious and we can be kind. Kindness is difficult, obviously, a weakness.
We are able to change our behavior if we will. If we will. That is it. Many won’t because to step over someone is far much easier and pleasing, a satisfactory way of realizing oneself. We can put ourselves to place of other people if we want. Imagine experience of the other. Still I find it odd when someone who is harassed harasses back, one who fights back is the difficult one, and the one who harassed first begins for the first time (if lucky) understand what it feels like to be harassed. That person becomes scared and hurt: how can you do that! What happened? I didn’t know nor understand that what I did was wrong and unjust. Or that person could defend herself. Justice. Justice is when a person with false idea of self worth falls down and sees herself/himself. False idea of self is like air you stand on given to you by people close to you. Adored geniuses of closed circles, how many there are of those. Dear Lord!
People who do not have the slightest idea what other people feel or want.
Do not want to know what that other is and is thinking. I know it takes time and interest.
People who do not want to know as they are too occupied with themselves.
“The word “Swastika” comes from the ancient Sanskrit language and basically means “to be good.” Today, there are those who would like to highlight and make use of the swastika’s original meaning. Among them is artist and designer Sinjun Wessin, whose Spiritual Punx line of clothing, accessories and stickers—which started in 2013 and is designed to “inspire people to be more loving and accepting to all”—treats the “swasi” as a feel-good icon.”
http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2014/08/swazi/376061/
flames baby, flames! shaming me is only shame on you. How do you negotiate with people giving death penalties without court order. You don’t.
It was also weird that I had a feeling I was being watched long ago, so doing strange things makes it visible, because those who are watching cannot keep the shit to themselves.
Reasons that led doing unnecessary actions, unwanted deeds, undesirable, disturbing, uneasy happenings. Cyber warfare doctrine will heighten fears and other things.
Scribbles is what came to my mind on the issue terror, terrorism, war on terrorism, who is the real terrorist. Scribble describing well the zillions of pieces of the matter, action and emotion called terror and war in human history, which is nothing but those two, war and terror. Bloodshed, fear, death, gigantic amount of money put in ammunition and guns, in warfare. For trillions of reasons: to protect a way of life, against communism wtf, to conquer, to defend, to win and show off. Scribbles is what comes out of an object exploded, pieces flown far away from each other.
Terror ter ter ror ror horror, fear of it, violence constantly, no one can live in fear, still many do. What kind of life comes from fearing. fear of dying is among us, in pictures, in the news written and filmed for our eyes and ears. Mentally violated, expectations and false beliefs, to be loved by achievements, not initially as being you, but the image of you, as a thing with possible monetary value. Treated as an object, you will get hurt if you do that, somebody will hurt you, there is nobody to protect you, you are fragile in terms of your sex.
What is harassment? to disturb, to put at unease, to break, destroy, willingly cause harm verbally, physically, mentally. Reasons for harassment: one is not getting what one wants, revenge, deliberately endanger someone’s health, bring atmosphere of fear and hate, bring distress, anxiety, hurt, ill, hopelessness and shame. Does harassment change anything? Why is revenge important?
As a fact, injury, a kill. It is a curious mixture of emotions to look into, (objectively) digging in, despair as an object put into pieces. Reasons leading to feelings of anxiety, distress making people behave in desperate way. Desperate acts, desperados, goes with violent deeds and thoughts.There is a romantic version of desperados some kind of a legend, mostly male and lonesome wanderer, like Mad Max end of the world-type. To learn to overcome hopelessness and fear of perishing, losing. Learn not to give up on oneself. How often it happens. It is so frightening to step to the unknown. Despair is the unknown, maybe. Victim is desperate . Desperation is rage. Enraged by the horrors and injustice. Who admits being desperate? But I think human race is at the moment in a very desperate situation.