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Monster Hattitude | Claymation YouTube video by Stanharr

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I’m ok. I’m angry more than anything. I let him rile me and I shouldn’t have screamed in his face but the sheer insolence and entitlement of the man provoked me.

there was a culture in our generation that it’s all a bit of a laugh & that calling girls whores or putting hands up their skirt was ok. They learned it from their fathers & no one corrected it. wives turned a blind eye to the misogyny & infidelity.

True. You are right. Thank you

You are right Brett. It is wrong and illegal… but I know from painful experience that nothing would come from me reporting it. You know… his dad has a friend who is a mason who went to school with his uncle and was in young farmers with them 20 year ago and he’s a copper. Small rural town.

I allowed this man to make me angry. I screamed. What I should have said is
“I pity you. It must be frightening to live in a world you can never hope to understand & be bested by the very women you hoped to enslave. How demoralising. How emasculating to be outdone by those u feel are inferior to u.

What an arse. What a bellend. What a disappointment.
At 44 years old I realise that the culture I grew up in is TOXIC. Women are not trophies or objects to be groped. Insular, white, privileged societies are often inbred, limited and reductive.

To look at people who were different from me with kindness & curiosity - not fear.
This man: touching me without permission, assuming my body is on display FOR HIM! Ridiculing my intellect, morality politics.

But I’ve ALWAYS been different. My mum was a feminist. So were my brothers & father. I was brought up to think beyond the village I lived in.

“You with your t*ts out flirting!” Growing up in rural Worcestershire this was my youth. Men taking whatever they wanted, doing whatever they wanted and saying whatever they wanted because “that’s how things are round here”.

But it reminded me. It’s easy to become small to fit the culture you are born into. It takes courage & brains to step beyond and think, care and communicate with empathy, compassion & intellect.

I’m sorry that you feel dejected & pathetic. I’m sorry you felt you needed to project that onto me” My world is bigger than his. My heart is more open. My mind more advanced.

This evening a man grabbed my breasts & called me a socialist cu*t.

“Do you see any turbans here?!No!”

He screamed this, drunkenly, into my face with the pride & swagger of a sunburned, overweight gammon too pissed to care if they’d met their match intellectually or not.

But it reminded me. It’s easy to become small to fit the culture you are born into. It takes courage & brains to step beyond and think, care and communicate with empathy, compassion & intellect.

I’m sorry that you feel dejected & pathetic. I’m sorry you felt you needed to project that onto me” My world is bigger than his. My heart is more open. My mind more advanced.

I allowed this man to make me angry. I screamed. What I should have said is
“I pity you. It must be frightening to live in a world you can never hope to understand & be bested by the very women you hoped to enslave. How demoralising. How emasculating to be outdone by those u feel are inferior to u.

What an arse. What a bellend. What a disappointment.
At 44 years old I realise that the culture I grew up in is TOXIC. Women are not trophies or objects to be groped. Insular, white, privileged societies are often inbred, limited and reductive.

To look at people who were different from me with kindness & curiosity - not fear.
This man: touching me without permission, assuming my body is on display FOR HIM! Ridiculing my intellect, morality politics.

But I’ve ALWAYS been different. My mum was a feminist. So were my brothers & father. I was brought up to think beyond the village I lived in.

“You with your t*ts out flirting!” Growing up in rural Worcestershire this was my youth. Men taking whatever they wanted, doing whatever they wanted and saying whatever they wanted because “that’s how things are round here”.

This evening a man grabbed my breasts & called me a socialist cu*t.

“Do you see any turbans here?!No!”

He screamed this, drunkenly, into my face with the pride & swagger of a sunburned, overweight gammon too pissed to care if they’d met their match intellectually or not.

I’m U.K.!

I haven’t been sacked but HR did get in touch a while ago which is why I stopped writing. Despite anonymising an anecdote and having no link on here to where I work someone made a connection and contacted my employer.

I miss writing a blog or voicing opinions but was badly burned by doing so in the past. Essentially, despite NEVER revealing where I work I have essentially had to curtail my own expression for fear of losing employment. 😔

I haven’t x

Listen to what I think is Mark Lehain on R4 discussing education. The discussion veered toward military influence on education. It was very clear that this man does not KNOW the history of the British education system. The military didn’t just influence our schools….. it DESIGNED them!

It’s perfect. “You coming out tonight?…. Nah! I think I’ll just blancmange in front of the telly!”