“If you don’t reblog this, I’m judging you.”
The number of “get me out of here” tactics women have developed and shared to help each other escape from overly-insistent-to-borderline-predatory dudes in public places should probably be enough evidence of the existence of rape culture all on its own.
I especially like how, in the majority of cases, you don’t have to verbally communicate what your signals are to other women. I’ve had women I didn’t even know come save me. Literally every woman recognizes the “Dear god, help me” facial expression, and knows exactly what they should do. We don’t get a handbook for this. We don’t have a sit-down nail polish party where we talk about a standardized woman code for preventing creepers. It’s just part of being a woman.
BUT LOL RAPE CULTURE DOESN’T EXIST.
Yup. I’ve definitely taken strangers by the arm and pulled her aside to go, “Oh my GOD it’s you! How ARE YOU?!? It’s been so long!” and then been like “hey I could overhear that guy who wouldn’t leave you alone so I figured I’d give you an out” and then see their VISIBLY RELIEVED expressions. This is part of girl code, because rape culture is that pervasive.
I once had a girl sit on my lap and say “hey baby” after she witnessed a guy (who was easily 20+ years older than me) hitting on me and harassing me for my number even after I told him I was taken. After he got up and left she asked if I was okay. I couldn’t thank her enough times, I even bought her a drink.
When I was 16 years old, I went to a club with my mother to see a band perform. The part of the club where the concert was taking place was too hot and crowded, and I broke away from it before I had a full anxiety attack, though I was still visibly shaken. As I sat down at the bar, with my clearly marked under-18 hand stamp, an older man sat down next to me and started talking about how much nicer concerts were in his home country. He kept trying to offer me drinks, even though I already had a cup of ice. He would not leave me alone, even after I pointed out my hand stamp. Said that he preferred younger girls. I started to panic again.
A woman that was about 6’1” came over, grabbed me, and about screamed, “Girlfriend! I lost you in the crowd! Come on, your dad’s outside to get us!” She dragged me outside of the club, gave me a hug, and left. I ended up ditching my mum and actually calling my dad to pick me up.
Never ignore the ‘please help me’ face, ladies.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done the rescue. Once, JUST ONCE, it turned out I misread the other woman’s expression and she actually knew the guy, but you know what? SHE STILL THANKED ME. Because that was once, out of I-lost-track many times.
I never not offer rescue. I’d rather look foolish or find out that it’s not necessary than to leave someone without an out.
Yup. I’ve been the rescue, and I’ve BEEN rescued… total strangers every time and every time it was exactly what was needed.
Also funny enough in nearly EVERY OTHER CONTEXT men insist they’re the ones who are wiser/smarter/etc and can pick up on subtle clues with human interaction. Apparently when he’s trying to get laid this is very suddenly not the case. Uh-huh. Sure. Never in my LIFE will I believe the average man can’t tell the woman isn’t interested… he just doesn’t give a shit.
this cartoon though…
I just can’t
how bad the puns on this site are getting
That is the best pun EVER
Dylan O’Brien being adorable with puppies (not my pictures)