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Nov 2014
It does not brighten up my day
it just makes me wanna shoot myself.
I was walking around 5 blocks to my mom's job where I always meet up with her. I had a skirt, and more than 5 said inappropriate things at me, not only the ones walking by, but people from their cars. Its just so sad that men do not understand how women feel. What if I was their sister, mother, or aunt? Will they still laugh as they walk away? I this why I ******* need feminism, so I don't shiver when a dude screams from his car.
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