Once again, the onus falls on the oppressed and silenced [eye roll]. Obviously,
#metoo ... but I'm sick of explaining to mansplainers, the known, everyday experiences of women the same way I'm sick of explaining to whitesplainers the known, everyday experiences of Black people. I've been groped, catcalled, followed, harassed, etc. since I could still be mistaken for a little boy, whether I'm dressed to the nines or purposely dressed like a crazy, walking heap of garbage. We all have. We've covered this. And when I said out loud that my ex was an emotionally and physically abusive piece of shit, my "friends" pretended not to hear me. Or tried to justify it as a "one-time-thing". I hit back, so it's ok, right? I'm quick-witted and sharp tongued, and I can insult back— so it's ok, right? My dog has PTSD from being a witness, but he's just a dog, right? There are two sides to every story, right? I didn't appear battered and broken, so it's ok right? I made all the same excuses for him in my head, so it's ok, right? I kept talking to him for a while because, somehow, I still felt sorry for him when he kept calling me, crying, so it's ok right? I should have said something, so... wait. I did. Y'all don't listen. Y'all don't want to listen.
Wouldn't it be nice if the people who perpetuated the garbage would actually say and do something instead of suddenly having an "emotional reaction" to something we've all known was real and prevalent since forever? To paraphrase a friend, ya'll don't deserve my "me too".