Reparations for Blacks

We can all play the victim card.  Here's what pisses me off about the proposed reparations for blacks.  To this day the ERA (Equal Rights Amendment) has not been ratified to ensure equal rights to all regardless of sex.  Let's see who deserves reparations.

1.  Women were not allowed the right to vote until the 1920's.

2.  Women's income was not considered in purchasing large assets, i.e., a house until the late twentieth century.

3.  Women make less than men do for the same job.

4.  Women were not allowed to inherit property.

5.  Women were denied jobs with power - and still are.  Look around any Fortune 500 company board room.  The vast majority are male.

6.  Countless women are abandoned by the men they married and/or fathered their children and don't pay court ordered child support. 

7.  The most dangerous place for a woman to be is in her home.  There is no shortage of domestic abuse cases done by the men who "loved" their wife/girlfriend.  Most murders of women are committed by men they know.  I have not even touched on rape and incest.  Can we talk about sexual improprieties and the #metoo movement?  I'm going to state that 85% of women have been subject to sexual improprieties, aggression, exploitation, etc., etc., etc......  However, the government is still arguing about what happens inside our uterus.  

8.  Women were considered "property" until fairly recently.

I could go on and on.  If anybody deserves "reparations" it's women who suffered generational and systematic disadvantages - and continue to do so to this day.  Where's OUR money????????

Me Too

I know this is already passé, but there is something about the "me too" hashtag campaign that strikes at my very core.  Yes, Quiet Rage is part of the "me too" crowd.  I'm sure it has influenced my ongoing bitterness at the world.  I'm in therapy for that.

It started as a child.  My kindergarten bus driver creeped me out.  It didn't start that way.  I thought he was being super cool by letting me sit on his lap and "drive" the bus.  Remember, this was waaaaaaay back in the stone age before Megan's Law, background checks, and helicopter parenting existed.

About age 9-10 ish my sister's male friend, who was 17 or so at the time, tried to kiss me in my parents' basement.  It was also about this time boys at school would start asking if I was wearing a bra and if I had pubic hair.  I also recall several times a guy following me on my bike.  I went to a stranger's house pretending I lived there so he would go away.  One time, a guy pulled up and told me to get in his car.  He said my mother told him it was OK.  My gut told me otherwise.  Then there was the creepy uncle who also tried to corner me in the basement at a family function.  I got scared, broke free, and sat glued to my parents' side the rest of the time.  When I got the courage to tell my mom what happened she said, "Don't tell.... Uncle's Wife would be devastated and it would break her heart."

As a teenager my ass would be routinely grabbed by guys in the hallway at school.  By this time I thought this was a demonstration of admiration and not the power play that it really was.  My first love (or I thought it was love) took unspeakable sexual liberties with me that have me scarred to this day.  I worked as a cocktail waitress where male patrons thought I was on the menu as well.  I loathed serving groups of men.  They all tried to one-up each other making remarks to each other that were meant for me to be overheard about my body to see how much I would take before I retaliated.

After all of this I ended up in a career that is male dominated.  I remember announcing my pregnancy.  One of the guys said, "I bet (husband) just HATED doing that to you..ha ha ha."

I didn't think it was funny.

Then there was the issue with prostitutes.  It's so common.  So many so-called happily married men think nothing of soliciting sex with a prostitute and then go home and tell their wives how much they love them.

I could go on and on....... moral of the story:  Guys, we are not just flesh for your pleasure.  We have feelings, emotions, hearts, and minds.  We are people.  How would you like to be poked, prodded, and judged like a piece of meat?