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EverydaySexism’s #ShoutingBack video will make you teary eyed.
OHMYGOD! YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!
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#ShoutingBack
I went to Austin recently for a festival that had us walking around downtown between venues all day. One afternoon, a man loitering on the sidewalk said, “slow down, so I can look longer,” as I passed by with my husband. Um, NO. Too bad my angry eyes don’t shoot lasers.
Follow #ShoutingBack / @EverydaySexism on Twitter today (and all days) to see how sexism happens & create solidarity between those targeted.
It’s disturbing to hear the stories (and relate to them!), but amazing to know you’re not alone.
“A phone for you. I am at this is live in. Do an offer. Yes, your building info. Hey smiles. Hey you So much. Yale to, hey. Ohh took a look at it. Good Afternoon, go. Also, okay, he’s crazy.
Still a great message, though. Hey you So much.”
Google Voice attempted to transcribe a message left in Dutch while believing it was in English. It was Husband’s brother letting us know our second niece had been born in The Netherlands. Still a great message, though.
She’s two now, and fantastic. Hey you So much.
JEFF:Professor, what would you say might be the difference between a religion and a cult?
PROFESSOR IAN DUNCAN: Why don’t we open that question to the floor since I don’t know and the book for this class is expensive? [2x03]
Flashback, No. 001
I was so shy as a kid that I can perfectly remember the moment I bit into a muffin with the paper still on and MY LIFE ENDED. I was in 2nd grade and didn’t normally get to school early enough to eat breakfast, so I was sitting with kids I didn’t usually see in the mornings. It took everything in me not to cry in front of them. And I swallowed the paper to keep it a secret.
The very next year I had a fantastic teacher, who noticed how shy I was, and spent the entire school year bringing me out of my shell at school. (I wasn’t shy outside of school. According to my grandmother, I could “talk the horns off a billy goat.”) I’m not shy anymore and I can’t remember the last time I was truly embarrassed by something. Thanks, Miss Viola!
