There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
like the dude who yelled at haleigh & I in honesdale on wednesday(via aehtela)
And the truth of the matter is that over the last thirteen years, the Israeli government has killed a Palestinian child every three days. Between 2000 and 2013, the Israeli Defense Forces killed 1518 Palestinian children. That means every nine days there is a Palestinian catastrophe equal to the catastrophe of the murder of these three Israeli boys. The lives of these Israeli boys are sacred, and so are the lives of the Palestinian children. We somehow have to be able to say, without anger but with compassionate clarity, that the Israeli boys were murdered unjustly, yet they were settlers living in a colonial occupation that the world community considers illegal.