We live in a society that glorifies sexual assault to a degree that when I was a teenager I asked myself whether something was wrong with me for not being groped in the streets. The pride with which my classmates spoke of how apparently every random male hit on them made me wonder whether I was just too ugly to be desired. Something is rotten when harassment becomes the means young girls are taught to determine their self-worth with.
Accurate. I had my ass grabbed out on the street just recently and my father’s best friend, whose like an uncle to me, joked on FB by saying “at least your ass was worth grabbing!” He’d never wish me actual harm, and yet he thought that was being cute or funny. He thought that would make me feel better, somehow, about being violated.
My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.” Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.