My proudest accomplishment is actually recognizing and accepting the days where I am not okay, and not allowing them to tear me down.
This is the first time I have ever shared my story publicly. If so many women had not come out recently, I don’t think I would have had the gut to share my story.
I’m going to talk about my own experiences with sexual assault. Like Thurman, I haven’t spoken about this publicly before. I was too mad, too hurt, too ashamed. But it’s been a few years, so I think it’s time.
For much of our lives, society has explicitly and implicitly signaled to us that we, as women, are inconveniences by virtue of our existence.
We have had to publicly relive our traumas in order to form our army. I myself have publicly outlined my traumas in order to reclaim my power.
In my first two months at graduate film school, I have received an abundance of sexist remarks.
A new and alarming problem has emerged—partisans’ strategic, performative solidarity towards survivors.