One of my dearest friends and I struggle with the same thing.
But for different reasons.
Tag Archives: abuse
Steubenville’s Jane Doe asked people to do something….
I can’t reblog from Tumblr to WordPress, so here’s the original link to this blog post, and I’ve copied the text of it below (see the original post for links within the text).
This is what strength of character looks like:
All I could do
I was sitting in my living room tonight, grading papers and texting with a friend, when I heard screaming outside.
This is not a particular point of interest, as I hear screaming outside my house all the time. I live on a busy road. At least three times a week someone is screaming at someone else.
One Billion Rising
Memories
The Instant I Was Broken
In the shower. Water is beating down against my back. Hot water, scalding hot, hotter that I can handle. I can't feel the heat. I can't feel anything - I am numb.
What just happened to me? I don't know. I can't know. I don't want to know.
The water is running off my body - hot, dirty, stained. Out Damned Spot, Out I Say...
I read this post the other day, and I keep going back to it. Unfortunately, it speaks to me and, I imagine (also unfortunately), to many of you.
Teach Love
It seems a mini-avalanche of blogs have begun... it started with Becca's "Let's Get Physical", which was responded with La La's "Take It Personally", which led to Meizac's "Piece Of Meat".
My heart cries for these women. For all women. But it cries for men too. What kind of society have we created? What kind of men have we created?
Jenni wrote this in response to a few posts from last week. She's right. It starts with us. We can make things better for the generations of women (and men) who come after us by showing and teaching our children love, respect, and how to be gentle with one another.
Scared of Men
Yesterday I read a post about the relationships between men and women in today's society. The post was written by Meizac, blogger whom I had never read before and it talks very candidly about rape, assault, victim blaming, and more. It was powerful, and for me it touched something deep down. When it comes down to it, and I mean really down to it, I am scared of men.
The Cranky Giraffe wrote this after reading Piece of meat. Just a warning that, if you read the post she's linked to at the end, it contains triggers.
Piece of meat
The first thing you have to know about this post is that it will be very difficult for some of you to read. Please tread carefully. Read the tags I’ve put on it and then tread carefully.
What I did
As I a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I thought I’d give you a quick update on what I did.
Whether here, on Facebook or through e-mail, every one of you who read yesterday’s post agreed that I should say something to the day camp staff but do so in such a way as to keep it as low-key as possible.
