My proudest accomplishment is actually recognizing and accepting the days where I am not okay, and not allowing them to tear me down.
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.
This past summer, I worked at a restaurant in my neighborhood for a brief amount of time before quitting due to a manager who was abusing his power, disrespecting and harassing his employees.
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.