Rape is not a laughing matter. The women that seem to want to jump on the publicity wagon together seem to be wanting attention and sympathy. That is such a joke. I will be the first, and probably the only one to admit that it used to be a little fun walking past a construction site getting whistled at by the workers’. But I’ve never had a horrible experience with any type of sexual harrassment. It’s always maintained a level of respect in a way, I guess.
According to everyone around me, I do nothing right. Nothing I do is good enough for anyone that is in my life. Nothing I do makes anyone else happy but me. Should I care? Do I care? Does anyone else do things to make me happy? Despite their needs and wants and morals? Despite what their friends and family say or think about what they do?