“The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room:“Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question.Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.”Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:"I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street," said one.“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.”
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.
my favourite thing about William Shatner is that he is obsessed with Reddit, he goes on there all the time and talks about it all the time, its so good, and then one day, he got really upset with the behaviour of [coughing]the majority of redditors[/coughing] and actually commented that he thought the moderation should change and rules should be enforced and how upset he was seeing all this racism, sexism etc etc.
and fan boys on reddit who had literally been falling over their feet trying to send Mr. Shatner Messages and shower him in love, suddenly turned around and were vilifying him and even saying that somehow The Feminist Agenda had gotten to William Shatner
it was honestly the fucking funniest thing I have ever experienced and its one of my fondest memories
by the way, i’m not making this up, it was amazing i was there i saw this first hand it was history in the making
i loved it
i love william shatner
The thing about antifeminist women is that men are still going to hurt you. Men are still going to violate you. Men are still going to hit you. Men are still going to rape you.
Men don’t care if you suck up to them. Men don’t care if you put down other women. Men don’t care if you’re an antifeminist. Men don’t care.
All men care about is that you’re a woman.