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Bad, Bitch, and Friends: Lara Witt @Femmefeministe We shouldn't have to out ourselves as survivors in order for people to grasp the magnitude of how systemic assault & harassment are. #MeToo 10/15/17, 7:07 PM This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. @femmefeministe explains, "Each time I pour my soul into a piece about assault, I draw out words and put them together with the hope that someone will feel connected or some sense of solidarity. I write for victims, but I also write for those who don’t know what it’s like, I have written with the hope that those of you who have never felt themselves shredded and stripped of their autonomy will hear us and fight alongside us because we need more people to stand up against rape culture. We march, we carry signs, we hold hands, we cry, we scream β€” but who’s listening? Sometimes it feels as if no matter how many times we write our stories, no matter how many statistics we show you, you don’t really care. For a moment you ingest our pain; you read details and see flashes of images pushed into the sentences we stitch together. Perhaps you almost feel a sense of revulsion, or even guilt. You think we were raped by monsters, but the people in our nightmares are people like your fathers, your brothers, your friends... How many stories will we have to write for you to care? Or have you read too many of our horrors? Are you desensitized now? Your friend made a rape joke, but hey, he’s a good guy. Right? I won’t tell you about the person who destroyed me. I won’t tell you about the scars. I won’t tell you about the night terrors or the depression or the anxiety or loneliness β€” because, to you, I’m just another bitch who was probably asking for it. I’m a statistic you will forget, these words of mine, you will forget but I will go back to bed and not have the luxury of forgetting. I am tired of proving to you just how difficult it is to recover. I cannot do that labor anymore. The numbers are out there for you to research: the essays, the songs, the art and the speeches are there for you to absorb and carry within your heart so that perhaps one day you can find the time to actually help us dismantle rape culture.”
Bad, Bitch, and Friends: Lara Witt
 @Femmefeministe
 We shouldn't have to out
 ourselves as survivors in order
 for people to grasp the
 magnitude of how systemic
 assault & harassment are.
 #MeToo
 10/15/17, 7:07 PM
This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been assaulted-harassed) to appeal to the moral sense of their oppressors. @femmefeministe explains, "Each time I pour my soul into a piece about assault, I draw out words and put them together with the hope that someone will feel connected or some sense of solidarity. I write for victims, but I also write for those who don’t know what it’s like, I have written with the hope that those of you who have never felt themselves shredded and stripped of their autonomy will hear us and fight alongside us because we need more people to stand up against rape culture. We march, we carry signs, we hold hands, we cry, we scream β€” but who’s listening? Sometimes it feels as if no matter how many times we write our stories, no matter how many statistics we show you, you don’t really care. For a moment you ingest our pain; you read details and see flashes of images pushed into the sentences we stitch together. Perhaps you almost feel a sense of revulsion, or even guilt. You think we were raped by monsters, but the people in our nightmares are people like your fathers, your brothers, your friends... How many stories will we have to write for you to care? Or have you read too many of our horrors? Are you desensitized now? Your friend made a rape joke, but hey, he’s a good guy. Right? I won’t tell you about the person who destroyed me. I won’t tell you about the scars. I won’t tell you about the night terrors or the depression or the anxiety or loneliness β€” because, to you, I’m just another bitch who was probably asking for it. I’m a statistic you will forget, these words of mine, you will forget but I will go back to bed and not have the luxury of forgetting. I am tired of proving to you just how difficult it is to recover. I cannot do that labor anymore. The numbers are out there for you to research: the essays, the songs, the art and the speeches are there for you to absorb and carry within your heart so that perhaps one day you can find the time to actually help us dismantle rape culture.”

This is not to say that MeToo is a bad thing at all; just that, once again, the burden falls on the oppressed group (people who have been as...

Bad, Candy, and Charlie: @GUNNERSELLWHITE i'll drop kick this nigga if he come to my door asking for candy Ryan Fournier @RyanAFournier Guess who he is for Halloween! [Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold tight, Asnee Scoopnum, ratnum, oosna Hold tight the girl-dem as well, boom [Verse 1: Roadman Shaq] Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect) On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose If she's not on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose What? You dickhead! Look at your nose Nose long like garden hose, shhh, you get me? [Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah) You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah) You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad) You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that Don't get shook man's here (aight) You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it) Aight, boom, let's go, boom [Verse 2: Roadman Shaq] Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four Chillin' in the corridor, your dad is forty-four And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup Just sauce, raw sauce Boom, yo, gah The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun Poom, poom You dun know, Big Shaq, ha, yo, yeah-yeah Alright, fire-fire-fire in the booth You get me, man's not hot I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot I tell her man's not hot The girl told me, "Take off your jacket" I said, "Babes, man's not hot" Yo, man can never be hot Perspiration ting, Lynx effect [Outro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Yo, you dun know Dun know, y-you You look a bit shook, Charlie You look a bit hot What's that? Y-y-ya sweating and that again Brudda, man don't make jokes with me, Charlie Aight, aight, aight, c
Bad, Candy, and Charlie: @GUNNERSELLWHITE
 i'll drop kick this nigga if he come to
 my door asking for candy
 Ryan Fournier @RyanAFournier
 Guess who he is for Halloween!
[Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold tight, Asnee Scoopnum, ratnum, oosna Hold tight the girl-dem as well, boom [Verse 1: Roadman Shaq] Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking Hold tight, Asnee, he's got the pumpy Hold tight, my man, he's got the frisbee I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect) On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes You man thought I froze, I see a peng girl, then I pose If she's not on it, I ghost, hah, look at your nose What? You dickhead! Look at your nose Nose long like garden hose, shhh, you get me? [Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah) You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah) You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad) You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that Don't get shook man's here (aight) You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it) Aight, boom, let's go, boom [Verse 2: Roadman Shaq] Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four Chillin' in the corridor, your dad is forty-four And he's still callin' man for a draw, let him know When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw Take man's Twix by force, send man shop by force Your girl knows I've got the sauce, no ketchup Just sauce, raw sauce Boom, yo, gah The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun Poom, poom You dun know, Big Shaq, ha, yo, yeah-yeah Alright, fire-fire-fire in the booth You get me, man's not hot I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot I tell her man's not hot The girl told me, "Take off your jacket" I said, "Babes, man's not hot" Yo, man can never be hot Perspiration ting, Lynx effect [Outro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Yo, you dun know Dun know, y-you You look a bit shook, Charlie You look a bit hot What's that? Y-y-ya sweating and that again Brudda, man don't make jokes with me, Charlie Aight, aight, aight, c

[Intro: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth] Are you ready for this G, yeah? C'mon, man, I was born ready and dat Okay, aight, boom Big Shaq, hold ...