“The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”
Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:
“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”
The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life—including my mother, sister and girlfriend—and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.”—
My roommate just turned 21. He’s one of the best guys I’ve ever had the honor of knowing. It’s certainly been a night. I may have been the only one to get drunk; whiskey definitely gets the job done. It’s a peaceful night outside. People were coming and going, yet I just sat outside, smoked my 3 cigarettes and thought my thoughts. Some, I say on here, and some, I keep to myself. I think it’s time for one more cigarette, then sleep.
“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.”—
Absolutely stoked that the one subscription database I’ve checked out for my literature review has an impressive amount of information on the Punk scene around the world. My topic might totally be plausible now!
I wish I had something profound or interesting to write about. Truth be told, not many interesting things have happened recently; I’ve been drinking too much, sleeping too little, and generally stumbling through life with no rhyme or reason. I need to find some consistency in something. Maybe I need to throw a wrench in the system that is my life and step outside my comfort zone.
Weekend’s over. Nothing much to report this time around; drank not enough whiskey, stayed up until the early hours of the morning, drank more coffee last night/today than I have in ages, missed Frank Turner. BUT, Banner Pilot this weekend/Roommate turns 21 on Tuesday/Need to step up and make some important life choices.
Awake, with a stomach full of coffee, whiskey, and Chinese food. I’d sleep, but then I run the risk of still being asleep between 11:30 and 12:30, when people are supposed to be coming to look at the house. That’d be awesome, waking up from a drunken slumber to strangers in my room, a bottle of Jack and empty Chinese containers strewn about my desk. Classy.
“What did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think. I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via lullabysounds)
Missing all the festivities tonight. Friends ended up not being able to catch Frank Turner tonight, and I really don’t want to drive an hour and a half by myself as well as going to the show alone. No rad hangs, no late night Steak and Shake. So bummed.