Fellas, can you imagine you're just on your phone, and someone walks up to you and just takes it out of your hand?
And they're like, "OK dude, I don't know why you're getting so upset, I want to make a phone call.
I'm going to give it back to you as soon as I'm done. Whatever."
And then imagine if someone takes that cell phone out of your hands -- I don't know -- once a day, twice a day, random times.
And the explanation is, "Yeah, well, I mean, you got a fancy case,"
or "You shouldn't have taken it out of your pocket," or "Yep. Yeah. That's just the way it is."
But somehow, no one ever talks about the person who took the cell phone.
Overly simplified, I get it, but you see where I'm going.
Men are so used to helping themselves, that it's like ... they can't help themselves.
And not because men are fundamentally less moral, but because this is a very big blind spot for most men.
When someone helps themselves to a woman, it not only triggers discomfort and distress,
but the unspoken experiences of our mothers' lives, sisters' lives and generations of women before us.
That's lifetimes of women dealing with men who assume they know better for us than we know for ourselves,
being the property of husbands, landowners, and having old, white men tell us the fate of our lady parts;
lifetimes of having our bodies used for love and objects of desire,
instead of bodies that we get to wield and use as we choose;
lifetimes of knowing that whether we play by their rules or not, we still have to tolerate harassment, assault and even worse;
lifetimes of our bodies being used as property that can be hit and hurt,
manipulated and moved and like objects that are not deserving of respect;
lifetimes of not being able to express the anger of our bodies.
It's no wonder we feel this fury.
And if you add in the history of race -- which is a whole other talk -- it gets exponentially more complicated.