I think every shitty day I have ever had has included some non-descript male and his non-descript friends in some non-descript car/truck with the windows rolled down yelling completely descriptive degradations at me based on some piece of my body.

This especially blows when its raining because you feel like a wet dog that has a loving home one block away. How’s that for a tangent.

My point actually takes physical place in South Africa, where a woman was assaulted last week by a taxi driver after wearing a mini skirt, pictured here.

Today hundreds of South African women marched to express femininity without being assaulted. The response from the taxi-driving anti-miniskirt gang was that the woman was indecently dressed. The BBC reported that some in the crowd were shouting that women were getting too many rights.

I don’t know if they know what they (the women demanding to wear small pieces of clothing) are getting themselves into.

All I know is, I wish I could wear a miniskirt without American society subliminally letting cat-calls continue, and act like its normal. Hence, you will never see me in a miniskirt.

A video from the protest, if desired:
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