(October 26, 2015 at 6:36 pm)Chad32 Wrote: Sexual misconduct, lower wages for the same jobs, slut shaming, domestic abuse, and other related topics. And that's in countries where they're not forced to cover themselves, and can usually be expected to travel safely without needing an escort.
The thing about lower wages for the same jobs is I haven't really seen many credible studies to that effect. Don't get me wrong, I have no patients for employers that pull that kinda shit, but there a lot of reasons two people working the same job can have a wage gap, such as performance and experience.
Though wouldn't it stand to reason that if employers could pay women less they would hire women preferentially as they did in Victorian England? As for the other issues you've mentioned, I certainly agree with domestic abuse as a problem, but I do feel that as a someone who was in a relationship with a abusive woman for a long time, that the conservation needs to shift a bit. I do think that we should continue to call out physically abusive men, but we must realize that are a range of abusive behaviors that some women engage in is very real.
As for slut shaming, well I have never understood why it is anyone else's business what a womanbdoes her vagina.
The reason I bring up this topic is because I really wish that I could identify as a feminist because I very deeply believe that all humans should have equal rights, and equal opportunities as far as our society can possibly create them. But I can't feel comfortable and say I'm a feminist when I hear a minority of feminists preaching some insane shit, and working against my freedom of speech, and then hear silence from the majority.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
