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Public health nerd… mmhmmm

My interpretation of marriage being a partnership means that both people’s hopes and dreams and goals should matter. I may someday choose to be a stay at home mom, but I’ll be damned if a guy tries to tell me that that’s my ONLY option. Sadly, I seem to have found myself surrounded by people who DO think that’s my only option.

Luckily, my former councilor’s wife is not one of those people. She has always seemed to embrace who she is and what talents she has and she will just ignore and walk straight past the people who tell her she can’t run a national bank while being a fantastic mom.

I emailed her and vented about how out of place I’ve been feeling- so sad, right? To feel out of place because you have dreams? But she didn’t fail me. She got right down to business and gave me things to read and a serious pep talk. One of the things she sent is the link listed here, which I’m posting because I know many of my female friends have similar frustrations and it’s some good food for thought.

I love her.

See also: http://jezebel.com/5637525/harassed-sideline-reporter-forced-to-deny-provoking-horny-players

If you have no idea what he’s referring to, the spectacularly gorgeous Ines Sainz went to interview Mark Sanchez. Those classy men apparently believed that having smashing good looks is an invitation for sexual harassment.

Allow me to clarify for all you people stuck in the Mad Men era (which I know is a lot of you): it doesn’t matter how beautiful a woman is or how she dresses. In this country, sexual harassment is illegal. Doesn’t matter what kinds of clothes she’s wearing- she isn’t “asking for it”. You know what the legal term is for when guys blame a woman for causing sexual harassment or assault? Victim blaming.

I’m nowhere near as good looking as Ines Sainz… and I can walk down Mass Ave with greasy hair in sweatpants and still get sexually harassed. Heaven forbid I wear heels. Clearly, how I dress is ALWAYS intended to get male attention… it’s never because those shoes are uber cute and were on sale and I like how I look in them. No, no… it’s all for you. PLEASE, cat call and be obnoxious. That’s what I wanted. And you’re men… you can’t control yourselves. Silly me, I should have taken your inability to be a polite human being into consideration when I picked out MY wardrobe.

Found this on Jezebel this morning. Love it.

Writers of Crap Emails of the world, hear my refrain:

We have all, at one point or another, done shitty things to people we like. In fact, we’ve probably done more shitty things to more people we do like than people we don’t care about. That’s life.

If you find yourself regretting A Shitting Thing you’ve done, good for you. Apologize. Once. Maybe your victim will forgive you; maybe they won’t. Maybe they won’t even remember the shitty thing you did, since more than likely, you’ve embiggened* the issue in your mind as a way to make yourself feel more important to that person than you actually are.

After that one apology, let it go. If they don’t forgive you, take a deep breath, resolve not to be shitty in that particular way again, and then get the fuck over it. Stop dragging everyone into your daytime drama; it’s tiresome.

*it’s a perfectly cromulent word

Read more: http://jezebel.com/5635595/crap-email-from-a-partners-ex-someones-wearing-romcom-goggles#ixzz0zPn85H8K

Agreed, sir.

Every girl can identify with this.

http://www.leftycartoons.com/street-harassment/