When young women are sexually assaulted, we question their pasts and critique their clothing choices, yet rarely ask their attackers to simply be accountable for having no self-control, and no respect for the humanity of the girls they’ve violated.
When middle school girls post half–naked photos of themselves on Instagram, we vilify and ostracize them as cheap and easy, while ignoring the dozens of young men who mindlessly vote their approval each time, who feed the insecurity, and who perpetuate each degrading act with the click of a mouse.
When high school girls get jobs at chain restaurants, which require them to expose their body parts to strangers over trays of nachos, we bemoan their lack of humility and class, yet never question the thousands of men who fill these eateries every day; many with daughters the same age as the ones they ogle.
When women embarrassingly writhe on poles for a few sweaty dollar bills, in dimly lit bars ironically called “Gentlemen’s Clubs”, we heap insults and judgement on them, yet let the many married men who pay both the dancers and the mortgage each month, come and go without blemish or critique.
Sooner or later, we need to stop letting boys be boys, and we need to challenge them to be men.
Sooner or later, we need to pull them out of their perpetual adolescence and into adulthood, and ask them to evenly carry the weight of sexual standards.
Sooner or later, we need to show our young men that the they can actually raise the moral temperature in sexual situations, not reflect them.
This is all I want, a little ocean front beach house, with a hammock where I can cuddle with my husband and take naps with my children. Where I would never miss a sunset because even if I’m busy I could just lift my head up and watch in wonder. I don’t need a mansion, shoot I don’t need a lot of land, I’ll share the nature! Shoot if a tourist wants to enjoy the sand in front of my house while wearing sandals and socks, I’ll let him, they’ll just have to put up with me asking their whole life stories and not taking no for an answer when I invite them to have lunch with us. I just want to be able to have a cup of coffee on my porch and listen to the waves roll in and instead of procrastinating by watching tv I want to take a long walk on the beach. I don’t need a million dollars, I would rather be paid in laughter, ocean swims, cool summer breezes, late night strolls, sandy feet, dolphin sightings, and sun rays. And world, I’m sorry, but this is not too much to ask~