When I was a teenager, I went to church. And I fully adopted the 'love everyone, forgive everything, don't judge' ethos.
I started going to a happy, clappy church. And I discovered a member of the congregation, 'Bob' a middle aged gregarious man.
I recognised Bob from a few years back, I'd been in a panto aged 10, Bob had been a lead singer. He'd been friendly and fun to the children. I liked him.
Oddly, the older women in the congregation saw me reacquaint myself with friendly Bob.
Looks were exchanged.
They took me aside. In so many words, they warned me to be careful around him. Bob, it turned out was a convicted paedophile.
At the time, 16 yr old me wasn't impressed.
*With the women*
How unforgiving of them, right?
Talking the talk, but not walking the walk.
Wasn't in line with redemption and second chances, and selfless kindness. I think I rather judged the women as hypocrites. I thought forgiveness and kindness trumped safety or caution.
Or so I thought.
I could do better, be kinder.
Shortly after, I was taking a bus home from town. On the bus sat an old man, a tramp. He was quite old, dirty, toothless, reeking and stank of alcohol. I felt really sorry for him.
So, mindful of my lessons about the dignity of all people, watching other passengers give him a wide berth, and wanting to live out my kindness, 16 year old me sat right next to him and smiled. I wanted to be good, prove to myself that I was kind. I wanted to make him feel happy.
Wasn't I the good teenage Samaritan.
After a few minutes, he turned to 16 year old me. Leaned in. I thought he was going to whisper something.
He stuck out his tongue, grabbed me, and tried to ram it down my throat.
I had been trying to 'be kind'. That's what I thought it took to make me a good person.
I don't want a generation of girls to believe, like I did, that they are expected to put themselves in harm's way to show how 'kind' they can be.
I don't want girls to think that protecting themselves is mean.
Or keeping distance is mean.
Or saying no is mean.
Or having boundaries is mean.
I actually don't want them to prize 'kind' very much at all, where it competes with their boundaries or safety.
Kind isn't the girl or woman who places herself in harm's way to prove to men or boys that she doesn't think they're a risk to her.
Kind is those men and boys acknowledging that actually, yes, many men and boys DO pose a risk to women and girls.
Kind is those men and boys making clear that they would never expect girls to compromise their safety to appease make feelings.
Kind is men and boys explicitly reassuring girls and women that they will never challenge them by testing their safety boundaries.
And any adult that doesn't FULLY support and fortify and defend the need of girls to put their own boundaries and safety ABOVE 'being kind'
has never properly understood what kind really is.
Because, for example.
If we took any group, say, "able-bodied diabetic men aged 75+" and after analysis, discovered their performance was comparable to an entirely different group, say, "under 14 female amputees". Should we merge the groups? Does that make sense?
We separate sports categories by notable, material physical characteristics. Male/female bodies are the criteria. Not feelings.
The first time, a 48 hour labour, unrelenting contractions over two solid days with scant few minutes reprieve in between.
The second, a fast and dramatic 5 hours, with so little time to catch my breath that I couldn't move an inch from beginning to end.
If you've been through this, you'll maybe recognise that feeling of utter desperation that hits between the waves, a particular point when you can't go on any longer and it's never, ever going to end.
And then another immense wave of pain body blows you full force again.
And yet you do carry on, with strength that you barely believe is yours, because there's no alternative.
Happy Easter!
I have an adorable picture thread for you.
On surrogacy, and motherhood.
Read on.
1. Looky here, cuteness overload, a heart-melting pic of Kia, a beautiful golden retriever, who became a surrogate mother to some teeny baby bunnies...aaaawwww ❤️
2. Baby badgers!
Here is Murray - he also stepped up to the plate, becoming a surrogate parent for 3 of the sweetest little Murray mints ever.
(See what I did there?)
3. Lucky duckies, little floofs find a new surrogate mother in Hiroko the cat who manages not to eat them
1. A woman is lifting weights in a gym. A man starts following her around all the equipment, making disturbing and sexist comments about her. She feels threatened.
That's hostility based on sex. She can report him.
2. She retreats to the women's changing rooms and cries in the shower. He follows her in to the changing room, smirking. She tells him to get out. He tells her he identifies as a woman. He reports her to the police.
That's hostility (from her) based on his 'gender'.
THIS is what "Dead Terfs guy" posted online hours before he attacked. He and members of sisters uncut were attempting to stalk women who were trying to safely meet to discuss the law.
People ask us all the time, omg, why do you have to make *everything* all about the trans?
The answer is this: we're not doing it even half enough as well as they are. We're not anticipating their infinite capacity to shoehorn men into the middle of every woman's issue.
In fact, we need to get better at this.
An event, a heart dropping event happens to a woman, and we respond as women, and in our grief and naiveté we don't even begin to contemplate that there could be a group so cynical and exploitative to make the death of a woman about men.
Who would want to even go there mentally? I don't blame us. It's the most reprehensible reaction. I don't even want to consider it.
But that's what they do.
A woman is murdered.
And they immediately force a vigil to be also about men.
They make the fundraiser also about men.