Seriously tho. Why *should* she be asked to smile?
Asking a woman to smile is to make her more approachable. It’s to make you feel more comfortable - not her. I, personally, have zero fucks to give about being approachable to strange men on the street. Women are not here to entertain and please random folks.
Asking me to smile is akin to asking me to jump. Um. For what?
There’s this weird responsibility placed on women to be happy and lady-like and pleasant all of the time. It rids us of being able to express our own range of human emotions.
No one is asking for men and women to not interact with each other. That’s silly. This project is asking for women to be interacted with as if they have agency over their own bodies.
Creator of the Stop Telling Women To Smile project responded to a person who thinks women not smiling on demand is proof of the end of the world and division among men and women. (Seriously? WTF.)
Funny…I told my best friend about that person’s comment and she said it is the end of the world and division…for that person. A world shaped by the status quo is a world being shaken by the resistance to this status quo. The amount of hatred and bile I’ve faced since I started speaking out about street harassment has been interesting in that some men genuinely process harming women as necessary to their masculinity and thereby their identity. They think critique and rejection of street harassment is an attack on their identity, which is frightening…
"Asking me to smile is akin to asking me to jump. Um. For what?"
(I found this while I was looking for that snowball fight scene. This is from the old 2008 draft of Songbirds. A little glimpse into an alternate past, with a Nicholas Grayson who had never known disgrace and was a full Godsword charged with the Dove’s protection. The story took place in winter,…
*WIGGLES DELIGHTEDLY OH LOOK AT ALL THE BADASSNESS HERE. <3 <3 <3*
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Rodimus sits with his legs crossed, giving Cygnus a cradle to curl up in if she wants. Usually she doesn’t, active little terror that she is, but today she’s in a cuddly mood and only goes for a brief toddle-charge around the…