A fat teenaged boy's tragic experience with misandry: "Misandry doesn't exist!" said the angry 12 year old female blogger.
Lucas Meadows stashed this in MY CRAZY STASH
So Tumblr, normally I can take insults pretty well but a recent happening (of about an hour ago) has really made my blood boil.
So I’m walking in town by myself, and a woman who was about 20 was walking in front of me. We turn a few of the same corners, so it’s obvious we’re going to the same place.
But then I realise that she keeps looking over her shoulder at me. And then she sped up a little, clinging to her bag.
It came to my attention she thought I was going to attack her.
To test my theory, I sped up a little. She noticed and sped up even more until she was practically jogging.
Now here’s a few details:
Me: Overweight 17 year old boy wearing shorts and a t-shirt with Cookie Monster on it.
Her: 20 year old woman wearing high heels and has a bag
Time of day: 2pm
Clearly I looked threatening and was going to attack her.
Inspired by the “Racism in America” youtube videos, I decided to have a little fun.
I kept picking up my pace, she kept turning around, noticing I had sped up, and in turn did the same.
Then, after making sure she was looking I suddenly started into a sprint and when I was about 3 foot away from her she screamed.
And then I ran straight past her.
I didn’t get to ser her face as I ran past, but I hoping she was incredibly embarrassed.
In retrospect, I probably should have asked her for her Social Justic blog URL…
Misandry doesn’t exist apparently, isn’t that right Tumblr?
Okay. I must be losing my mind, because, when I read this, I could have sworn that the OP really and truly believes that I should feel sorry for him for being stereotyped/victimised.
*reads again, just to make sure*
Wow. That is what I read. Unbelievable. Okay, let’s strip out of this situation your wounded sense of propriety or your offence at being so stereotyped, or whatever it was that you felt justified your actions and look at this situation neutrally: You noticed that a woman, through no fault of your own, was acting in manner that suggested she was afraid of you.
Now, there were lots of different things you could have done in this situation. You could have smiled and waved to show her that you could see her looking at you and to appear less threatening, all at once. You could have fell back a step or two so she would feel more comfortable. You could have crossed the street. You could have, in a no-doubt sincere fit of over-compensation, channelled your internal Martin Freeman. If you were truly offended, you could have approached her at that point and asked her why she felt threatened. Or you could have done nothing at all, bit your lip, and simply ignored it. Any one of those actions would have been a kinder and more human thing than what you actually did.
Because, instead, when you saw a frightened woman you did everything you could to make her more afraid. You happily played up to the predator stereotype you claim to abhor and acted in as intentionally menacing a way as you could, to, in your own words, “have a little fun” with her. You carried on to such a point, that when you ran past her, again, according to your own description, as you drew close she literally screamed with fear and panic.
And then you came online to complain about how you had been unfairly stereotyped and victimised? Seriously?
Let’s make something perfectly clear here: You were angry because you felt like you were being unfairly pre-judged. She was terrified because she thought she might be hurt or worse. Both are unpleasant things to feel, but one emotion, hers, is far, far worse than the other and you made it worse, deliberately. Make no mistake, what you did here was utterly unacceptable. Your actions were in no way just and you were not a victim here. You lost any right to claim any morality in your action when you saw that another human being was afraid of you and decided to make that person more afraid. You should be ashamed of yourself and deciding if that is the kind of man you want to be, not coming online to tell other people how bad your day was and trying to get them to justify your abhorrent behaviour.
A surprisingly articulate and thoughtful response full of words on Tumblr?!
Wow, Tumblr continues to surprise me.