Hey guys,
This is Dr. Kinky! I just wanted to introduce myself before posting some of the more serious stuff. I am going to be going to Smith College this fall for a biochem and math double major with premed (hopefully! idk if I will die before doing all of those things)! I am so excited to be going to a place filled with amazing and inspiring women. It is actually one woman I met last summer at Smith that changed my perspective on life and a lot of issues. I will love her for forever and more, because she made me examine my world and realize that I wanted to share my experiences with the blogging world. She has her own blog, and you guys can contact me for more info to check it out!
Okay so why start blogging? As I mentioned a wonderful woman from Smith introduced me to the blogging world, but a recent event happened to me that really made me push to start blogging. I work in a large urban campus near by where I live. I do research at a hospital and it's great. I walk about 15 minutes from where I park to get to work. Every time I walk, both in the morning and evening, I get catcalled. I ignore it for the most part, but one day it got scary as someone approached me and said something very inappropriate, that made me scared for my well being. I was so close to tears. Why? I was sick of being objectified every single fucking day. Why can't I walk down the street in peace? I gave no consent or impression of wanting to have sex, so leave me the fuck alone...please. I really felt nasty, gross and sick to my stomach. Even though I did nothing wrong, I felt dirty. No one should let another person make them feel this way. But why are there such nasty people in society who are not being reprimanded for their actions? It's because no one including their parents ever taught them or is going to teach them that what they are doing is wrong and despicable. I was walking out a job that was paying me to think and come up with novel ideas for research, a job in which i was being paid for my mind. I found it disgusting that when I walked out of a job like that and went to my car all the outside world saw me as, was a piece of meat.
Any feedback guys? How do you guys deal with situations like this? I am really curious to know.
Lots of love,
Dr.Kinky
