I am this nervous around every person who enters the elevator with me. It doesn’t matter what your ethnicity and race is. I don’t trust anyone with my life. Does this make me a bad person?
No, so am I. I am also this nervous around people who are walking behind me, people whom I pass on the street, or people who wait at the bus stop with me.
I get what the gifset is trying to say: that black men are not going to savagely attack you, and I get that, but as a woman I have literally grown up with horror stories about being alone with a man.
It’s today’s society that dictates that a woman should be afraid of being alone with a man. That’s any man, I’m pretty sure the woman’s reaction in the gif set would be the same if a white man had stepped into the lift instead.
I was thinking the same thing.
It’s not because he is black.
It’s because he is a man and I am alone.
I was raised to fear the uncontrollable lustful men and try to never be alone with them. That was my responsibility and my duty as a woman.
I don’t cluth my purse to me because I might get robbed, but because the purse is another layer of imaginary protection between him and me.
I’m gonna be over here by myself actually enjoying this season and wishing you would all shut he fuck up about how awful it is.
That’s probably true! Ill delete it!
Aasif Mandvi interviews Fox Business commentator, Todd Wilemon.
I’m at the wrong place at the wrong time, all the time. I get the ticket, I chip the nail, I almost get hit by the car. I’m just that person. But when it comes to the bigger things in my life, everything just seems to work out. I think it’s a pretty fair trade off.
Lately I’ve been feeling like there’s so much noise, ya know? Uh so much static. All these voices competing for attention. Teachers, parents, magazines. what’s in, what’s out, who’s cool, who’s not cool enough… and it’s like all this shit gets so loud I feel like I cant even hear myself think. I just want to get in my car and drive… but then I see you, I see you across the hall leaning against your locker… in that jacket that you love so much… and the way you tuck your hair back behind your ears… then you see me and you smile but just smile and it’s like, it’s like all that noise fades away ya know… and then the only thing I can hear is the sound of your voice when you call out my name.