Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

The Inevitable Acceptance of Rape Culture as a Parent


           Something devastating hit me while I was driving back to work from my lunch break. I drove past this car lot full of cars with their brightly painted windows displaying the down payment price. I saw a cute little red car that looked like an Easter egg, and thought to myself how my daughter would probably like a car like that because it would remind her of Deadpool. Just as fast as I had that thought, I immediately had the thought about how I had failed to teach her about being pulled over at night. I didn’t tell her that she’s not supposed to pull over on a dark country road, because not all officers are actually officers. Because not all cop cars are actually cop cars. Because not all men who wear blue are there to protect and serve. I didn’t tell her that pulling over on a dark road for flashing blue lights could also mean she’s in a position to be sexually assaulted.
            Now, this isn’t a police bashing post, so untwist your panties. This is a reality post. How many of us women have been told to pull over in a well-lit area? Several years ago in the state that we live, there was a man going around in an old police car that he purchased at an auction, raping women that he would pull over. The police at the time released a statement advising women NOT to pull over for unmarked police cars on isolated roads. The bad guys were wearing the good guys’ outfit, and creating chaos. This realization, that I hadn’t told my daughter to find a well-lit, well populated area to pull over to reduce her chances of being raped by someone disguised as one of the good guys filled me with a sense of urgency to right this wrong.
            I don’t think I am the only parent that has had these “is my daughter prepared to enter the world unguarded” moments. The shift to accepting rape culture by parents is so gradual that you don’t even realize it is happening. When your daughters are little, you laugh a little uncomfortably about the old beating them off with a stick compliment of your daughter’s beauty. That harmless comment is step one of the infiltration of rape culture. We talk to them in the preschool and school age years about boys being rough when they play, excusing the scrapes and bruises these boys cause by playing too rough. By the time our girls reach the teen years, we are teaching them about dressing modestly, as to not attract too much undesired attention. We teach them about ignoring cat calls, and walking fast and with a purpose when around unknown men. We teach them from the time they start developing parts of what makes them inherently female, they are to be fearful of anyone with a penis that they don’t know.
Just when our girls are comfortable with the Stranger Danger memo, we throw them this curve ball…you are more likely to be raped by someone you know. Yes, it sucks. Yes, it’s true, and most women have been warned of this multiple times. So, if I myself, can’t go out into the world unguarded, how the h*ll am I supposed to prepare my daughter? I shouldn’t have to sign my daughter up for MMA classes, so she will know how to get out from underneath someone who is forcing himself on her. MMA should not be a prerequisite for college, but in my house, for my daughter, it is. I shouldn’t have to spend time teaching her how to properly hold her open cup or container while at a high school or college party, because guys should know that she is not some thing to be taken without permission by slipping her a little GHB. I shouldn’t have to tell her that if she sets her drink down, even for a second out of eyesight, that she needs to pour it out. I also shouldn’t have to tell her that if she is being attacked that she needs to be sure to scratch and bite to collect as much DNA material as possible, and leave visible marks, so someone will believe her story.
My daughter is a smart, funny, beautiful girl, who I am afraid to let go out into this world alone. So, do I accept rape culture? Yes. It is a real thing. Rape culture exists. No matter how many feminists blog about how it is unacceptable, we all accept it’s existence because we alone cannot change it. We women have to survive it. We parents have to raise our girls to be aware of it. We parents NEED to raise our boys to value women as people, and not things to be taken or had because “playing rough” has been acceptable all of their lives. We as a society need to raise better men than Brock Turner, his boys club father and old school judge. This is no longer a “boys will be boys’ society. We women deserve to take up space and feel safe while doing it!

Stop Yelling at Me! ~J
           

Photo credit: vagenda

Thursday, January 30, 2014

I'm going to punch this snow in the face!



     Here in our fabulous sleepy little town in  North Carolina, we are going on our third snow day, working on our fourth. The roads are bad. I'm from Pennsylvania and wouldn't want to drive on these roads. Packed with snow and a thick sheet of ice, our friendly neighborhood streets are holding us hostage. I would like to leave the house and so would my children. Let me rephrase, my children NEED to leave the house. I love them. I love my children. I love my children. I love my kids...OK! Sorry, I'm back. I had to recite my mantra before my latest rocking spell took place. 
     The munchkins are loving no school, and I loved it yesterday. I loved it the day before. Day 3, not so much. My house has been turned into a jungle gym. The boys built a hammock yesterday, after making grappling hooks to attempt to climb and repel on their closet doors. Now, obviously when they proudly showed me their grappling hooks complete with shoe strings for rope, I did not allow them to attempt the climb. I am proud of their innovation and their vocabulary. I am not so excited about my house being slowly torn down by an 8 and 5 year old boy. My daughter on the other hand has become a vampire. She stays in her room with her little space heater set on melt your face hot. Though, she's come up with some fabulous artwork while baking in her room, I'd still like to see her pretty face now and then. She also comes in handy when the boys are trying to kill themselves when adult supervision is out of the room. 
     I would just like to know who stole the mild southern winters? Why would you do that? When are you going to give it back? You know somethings wrong when the temperature in Anchorage, AK are warmer than MS, AL, NC, and GA. If snow were a person I think it'd be time to punch it in the face! If cold were a person I'd give permission for it to be kicked in the shin. I mean really weather, stop being an a**hole and go back to those cold states. Or you could go kick rocks somewhere else. I hear they are pretty used to snow in Russia.