A BITTER FEMINIST'S CALL OUT
It's hard to think back to the day I was forced to wade through a swamp just because I was fleeing from some good-for-nothing men who were leering at me without getting triggered. And isn't it cute how the society overlooks the offence of the abusers and places the responsibility of decorum on the people addressing the issues? I mean, people can openly hold retarded opinions about women, religious leaders can unabashedly wave the misogynist flag, friends, family, everyone can go on overtly endorsing the prejudice against women, but it is you at receiving end of the unfairness who has to sweat over your posts, straining out harsh words just so you don't come off as being surly. Every time I've tried to write about this incidence since it happened 4 months ago, I've always felt an overwhelming surge of bitterness and sadness at my own vulnerability. Honestly, it's not every day you have the strength to overcome the enervating realization of the fact that your ba...