“I got to know [Leonard Nimoy] a little bit more during the L.A. press junket for Star Trek…we were walking into a venue, and he goes “Oh, Karl, come here, I’d like to introduce you to my wife,” and she said “I want you to know that when you came on screen and introduced yourself, Leonard cried.” And I was just like “oh my God…” [off audience reaction] No, not ‘cause it was *bad*. [laughter] Obviously his friendship, y’know, with the late DeForest Kelley - whatever I was doing I think reminded him of that, and to me that was the most heartfelt compliment that I’ve had, and it meant the most.”—Karl Urban (2009)
FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.
Every time someone catcalls me from the street, I think, “Please don’t follow me. Please don’t follow me.” Every time someone shouts out their car window at me as they drive by, I think, “Please don’t stop. Please don’t turn around.” Because the thing is, I’ve had men follow me. I’ve had men pull their cars off the road. Just a few weeks ago, I had a carload of young men pull over in front of my house while I was working in my yard just to yell at me and laugh at my obvious discomfort. It wasn’t flattering. It was terrifying.
In some cases, the harassment was just from clueless overly aggressive guys who had no intention of harming me. They clearly felt like they were entitled to my attention by virtue of existing, despite the obvious fact that I was not interested, but eventually with enough mentions of boyfriends (real or imaginary), they buggered off. (Funny how they’ll go away because they think another man—even a fake one—would want them to, but won’t when it’s just the woman herself who wants them to get lost.)
Other times, though, like when the guys stopped their car in front of my house, the intention was obviously to intimidate me. To demonstrate their own power. They knew they could have gotten out of their car and done something to me, even if I was in my own yard just a few feet from my own house, and they wanted me to know that, too. And that’s not the first time I’ve experienced that sort of harassment and unfortunately will probably not be the last.
"Cishet white males don’t understand-" you know what, maybe we do.
hey guys cishet white males understand a lot of things. examples
how to play call of duty modern warfare
how to play call of duty black ops
how to play call of duty modern warfare 2
how to play call of duty black ops 2
how to play call of duty ghosts
and those are just SOME of the call of duty games that cishet white males understand
this just in: it’s perfectly okay to be a total asshole to someone just because they’re a white guy
wow good morals not hypocritical at all A++ good job everybody round of applause
our apologies, allow me to amend the statement. cishet white males also understand
this is exactly what i mean when i say that most people on this webstie dont give two shits about equality. they just want to be on top. “its ok to make fun of people as long as theyre cis, white, and or male!” shut the fuck up you ARE ALL FUCKING TODDLERS GROW UP
i’m sorry sir did i forget a game? was it assassin’s creed? it was assassin’s creed, wasn’t it. once again, i apologize
I think that if voldemort really wanted to kill harry potter the night the spell didn’t work on him he could’ve just picked him up and thrown him out a window given the fact that he was a one year old infant