Know My Name

… and be grateful it’s not Karen

I’ve just read Chanel Millar’s book.

Chanel is the unnamed VICTIM in Brock Taylor’s Stanford Rape. See how that looks like an art piece? Or a play? Or something created by an intellectual human being??

OMG. EVERYONE should read this. Not only does it exactly describe the female experience – OMFG how many times do you put up with guys just groping you before you get a pair of scissors for their best use?! and why, WHY?! do guys think it’s okay to expect you to jump into their car/lap/fingers???

It’s like I forgot how terrifying and powerful it is to be a young woman. I am absolutely okay with being a middle aged woman. Absolutely even okay with moving on to the next bit. In answer to Chanel – never. Sometimes you never want to have sex with, be touched by, talk to any one.

Thing is. Chanel has literally been through hell and back and is really not recognised for that. I mean yeah – being unnamed victim at Stanford of Brock Taylor is pretty special obvs. but the shit she had to go through. The absolute frickin’ nightmare she literally had to go through. And in the end whiny boy was like I’m not hurting, I’m way braver than that crying chick, but I’ve been damaged! Someone damaged me!!Daddy??? Fix this.

And Daddy did. And while pretty much the whole world sees Chanel as a person now, I’m almost sure Brock Taylor does not. I’m actually more interested in Brock’s mum. And sister. Do they think this shit is okay because this is all they know? Does Brock feel like he can do this because it’s what his Dad and Grandad told him was right and true???

Sometimes it’s enough to just enjoy the noise, sometimes the noise is WAY too much.

And I’m truly grateful I don’t have to pretend anymore. Unless I want to. In middle age you become a wee bit powerful – like a man! Tell you what – I also don’t carry a handbag anymore! If my clothes don’t have pockets (I’m a woman, none of our bloody clothes have pockets) I just stick my license, car “key” and debit card in my bra. Like a man! Only, obviously the guys get pockets and don’t have to wear fucking wires taped to their chests.

And then I found this.

Which I love 🧡

https://open.substack.com/pub/kimfoster/p/on-getting-old?r=3mxj4n&utm_medium=ios

It’s women. Being old! Without pockets and genuinely not giving a fuck.