tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293120323388446237.post4583992615843547550..comments2023-04-01T19:45:03.478+10:30Comments on Miss Prissypants v2.0: Feminist rantingsDeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09349956327915851336noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293120323388446237.post-77743320785034328822012-10-13T15:33:52.955+10:302012-10-13T15:33:52.955+10:30Now why doesn't it surprise me that the kind o...Now why doesn't it surprise me that the kind of douchebags who would yell out at women in the street are also racists...?Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09349956327915851336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293120323388446237.post-7753359813412677132012-10-11T22:59:15.405+10:302012-10-11T22:59:15.405+10:30Gosh, I am sick of how much we have to put up with...Gosh, I am sick of how much we have to put up with. When I was younger I think I was braver and angrier which made me do something about these things. I used to angrily stare. I have confronted a few people, calmly and firmly asked them if they had a problem. Occasionally I've given them the finger too. They usually shut up if they are confronted. But now a days, as much I want to give back at them, I am not so brave. I am frustrated and I get scared. What if they follow me, what if they are drunk and what if they are rapists? I feel so powerless. The yuckiest of them all are old bikies who honk and make lewd gestures, yell something very insulting and they always include the word 'curry' :(Suhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16961191295563254634noreply@blogger.com