First of all, as a person with a CRAZY work schedule, it’s difficult for me to meet and actually go on dates. Yes, I know I know…I’m in my prime and I should take advantage of it. However, it is not that simple as it sounds. At this point, my future is in the state of flux. Work could take me back to DC and Grad school might take me to Chicago.
When I was just sitting in a crowded rooftop bar in the middle of DTLA and enjoying a glass of chardonay and our eyes met for a whole minute. Then you decided to go get a drink and I decided that I wanted to dance and left…>_____<
Most guys do not have to deal with the world of women. They’re born from us, they live around us, but for the most part, we take care of our own shit. We buy our own tampons. We deal with skeevy guys who catcall us. We deal with crappier work situations. We deal with getting told we suck at things because we have a vagina, and that we need to be prettier. […]
Then, they had daughters. […]
The girl goes to school, and you watch how she’s never called on. You hear someone insult someone else by calling them ‘a girl’, and it stings. Your little girl is awesome! She’s brave and smart and funny! Why would anyone use that as an insult? Then, you remember all the times you did it.
And then, you realize that, all along, you’ve been a part of the problem.
It’s like when a man has a daughter he suddenly wakes up and realizes, “Oh my God, boys out there are going to treat my daughter the way I used to treat girls”. That’s why men are so protective of their daughters. They know how awful boys are because they acted the same exact way. And instead of teaching your sons not to be assholes, you hide your daughters away.