Are men really trash?
I know that I'm opening a can of worms. No. Worms are too benign. Floodgates. I am opening the floodgates of a very volatile conversation. It's something I've been thinking about for a while even before I watched my friends argue about it on Facebook a few weeks ago. At the time I just felt that I didn't have the energy to dive into it. But I now feel that I have sufficiently collected my thoughts. Also, I've been busy. Sexism and rape culture is a reality that can no longer be ignored. My earliest memory of being cat-called was when I was 15 years old. I don't remember exactly where I was or who did it. All I remember is feeling unsafe and disgusted. And in the subsequent times that it happened over the years, I wondered if it was my fault. It happened whether I was wearing a dress or my oldest and baggiest jeans and an over-sized t shirt. It's a thing that I and other women have somehow developed an unspoken rule f...