He went into great detail about how he worships women, and thinks they are all incredible. He clearly meant this as a compliment, but to me all it seemed like was that he viewed women as literal objects to stare at and fuck and very closely admire. If Stan were a museum patron and I were a work of art, he would be asked to leave immediately. If women were different shades of lipstick at Sephora, Stan would be taken outside by the mall cop, and the mall cop would call his parents. If Stan were a 20-something man, and I were a 20-something woman, I would like to think I wouldn’t have let him claim my body as his own. But the reality is that I did. The reality is that this happened. The reality is I’m not the first person he has done this to, and if I say nothing, I have a feeling I won’t be the last.

Sophia Katz, We Don’t Have to Do Anything (via electric-cereal)

god i love this excerpt; our bodies are valued less than actual objects

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