It does not escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else’s. When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from your dreams are valid.
I travel between Holland, MI and Chicago (this is an major snow corridor in the US) regularly and I can tell you this is exactly what it looks like. It’s a little terrifying, but also makes you feel like a total bad ass.
Hi, there. I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”. If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me? What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night? I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?
My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIRchoice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise. The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.