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the one where i freaked out on that santa barbara shooter

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I am a woman.

I am a woman who thrives on being independent and doing what I want. I go out alone. I dress how I want. I speak how I want. I hang out with whomever I please and I do not talk to people I do not want to… except I do. Constantly.

Elliot Rodger is every man I meet on the street as far as I’m concerned.

Last night in the wake of this tragedy I was out, alone like I always am getting a burrito while I waited for a cab. The city of San Luis Obispo, California is an hour and some change from Santa Barbara/Isla Vista. I’m in a burrito joint I go to frequently enough that the owner, a nice Hispanic woman with a ton of cute and awesome kids, knows who I am.They usually even know what I want to eat. She’s let me “hide” in their side dining room a million late nights until some weirdo that’s bothering me left, etc. Last night there was this spoiled pretentious self entitled fucktwat of a guy asking me why I wouldn’t fuck him. I was just waiting for my burrito but this dude he wouldn’t back the fuck off no matter which part of the burrito place I moved to get him to stop talking to me. No matter what I said, I have a husband, okay dude you caught me I’m gay, no really I’m not fucking interested, get away from me.

They called my name for my food and when I walked up to get it this dude followed me and started harrassing the woman who owns the burrito place and I had just fucking had it with him at his point and turned around and got right in his face and said “Do not fucking talk to her that way, have some fucking respect for someone, if only yourself, just this once. Shut the fuck up.” Nice Mexican Mommy who owns the joint looked like she was going to cry because she was so overwhelmed someone spoke up for her (he was being a racist asshole on top of everything else) and one of the other dude bros in the place walked me to my cab.

Last Christmas when I still lived downtown I was walking home one night, something I should be able to do without fucking giving a fuck who’s around me, some dude started following me in a truck. He started with “hey little girl” (ps fuck you) “get in the truck, it’s cold, you shouldn’t be walking.” I was polite, why? Why did I start off polite…. I said no thank you. He kept following me and suggesting it’d be in my best interest to get in the car, he was just trying to be nice to me, it was cold and a pretty little piece like me should be with him. I turned to him finally, in front of a house that was all lit up and said “You have three choices. Drive away and I’ll never fucking think about you again. Or I get in the truck and rip your balls off and choke you with them. Or I call the cops which by the way I’m already doing (as I show him my cell in my hand) and go inside this house.” He peeled out and left but their isn’t a doubt in my mind he meant to hurt me.

Or there was the time I was on a public beach, laying out like everyone else and I had some fucker come up to me and start talking to me and it was pleasant enough until he brought up going out sometime. I said I was living with my boyfriend and he straight threatened to rape me, right there in broad daylight because I was dressed “like a slut” wearing a regular and conservative bathing suit on a public beach in broad daylight.

Or the guy at my apartment in Chico who groped me in our apartment swimming pool. I used to play with his kids before and thought he was a generally okay dude and one summer morning he just tried to kiss me and tried to put his hands in my suit. Just straight grabbed me in front of people. I was too shocked to do anything but leave the pool. Or the dude in Chico who tried to pull me off of my bike one Sunday afternoon when I was riding from the grocery store where I had to ditch my bike at a pizza place and run inside to call the cops. Or the guy I used to run into at McCarthys here in SLO all the time who used to always ask me to go watch a movie with him at his house, like I’m fucking stupid or something and no matter how many times I said no, he kept fucking asking. Or the guy that used to go to our club night and harrass me when I lived here before.

These dudes behave in ways that if a woman acted as so, they’d be locked up. But this is all boys will boys and apparently boys will be boys to the point that they can kill women for not wanting to fuck them.

Let’s get this on the real: I fuck who I want to fuck. I do what I want to do. I am not weak and I am not fucking afraid of you. You are opening a can of worms when you talk to me the way that the Brat Prince Elliot wrote about women. You didnt earn my time and if I’m not trying, I probably didn’t earn yours. I’m not a fucking newspaper you’re casually going to read on the A train to wherever. I am a person with the option to decide that you are not an option and that doesn’t warrant me ending up dead. That thought should never cross a young man’s mind.

There’s a topic on twitter trending today that is #yesallwomen and it’s scary accurate, because yes, all women have been harrassed by someone and I feel like shit when I’m initially a dick to a real live nice male human being. But here’s the thing: y’all are too quiet when your buddies say some sexist violent bullshit. Some of you are so amazing that I can’t even deal. Most of my friends are actually dudes, so hear me out on this one… I love you, sweet, smart not disgusting examples of the human race, but honey baby sweetie child when you don’t speak up on our behalf when you see some shit like this? You’re part of the problem. 

It doesn’t make you weak to have our backs. It doesn’t make you less of a bro to tell your male friends when they’re being absolute garbage bags of a person. It makes you more of a human to have our backs, than to try to put us on our backs.

Just remember that the next time you talk to a girl in a bar or on the street or whatever, she probably doesn’t know you’re not another Elliot. And if she declines the offer of your company, move the fuck on, seriously. It may not even be you, but what is you is not understanding that women go into public spaces for themselves, not for you. We’re not government cheese, you’re not entitled to us.

Just as we are not entitled to you. It should be a mutual respect that brings us together, not some fucking fuckwitted sense of entitlement.

This is a mess but im angry and sad.

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