by Anonymous I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t prepared as a mother for the insidious impacts of rape culture on my son. I was prepared for its impacts on my daughter. I knew all about them. I lived them. But, my son? A privileged white boy? I was prepared to counteract the privilege. I was prepared…
Tag: objectification
Yoga Pants: Every Man’s Kryptonite
The old debate of what is appropriate for women to wear around men has once again been making waves on social media; questions of modesty and protecting men from their own uncontrollable thoughts, that whole ball of yarn, all because of the popularity of what may be the most comfortable article of clothing known to…
Of Teenage Dreams and Towel Pics
Our Storyteller (13) had a dream that she shared with us just a couple weeks ago at breakfast. She was clearly perturbed by it, and being a verbal processor, she really needed to share it with us. In her dream she was in our house, sleeping in her room in the basement, when she woke…
My Anger Problem
I was recently asked by someone who has known me for a very long time: “Why are you so angry?” I was shocked at the question but it led to a good, long conversation. I do get angry, and it has been known to come out in my writing, but I don’t think of it…
I Am Man
I am man. So hide your goods or I may decide that they are mine. That’s right, I mean your breasts. Hide them. Because if I catch a glimpse of them, who knows what I will do? I am a sexual Hulk, the monster lurks inside me, and once aroused who knows what devastation it…