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Also I’m annoyed because when I got out of the bath, I blacked out for an unusually long amount of time and felt really freaked out and thought it was because of low blood sugar because I haven’t eaten all day on accident and when I sat on my bed and called for my brother because I thought he was the only one in the house, he just said “Leave me alone!” and even when I shouted “It’s IMPORTANT” I was totally ignored.

And then when I finally felt stable enough to get up and throw on a dress instead of a towel and go out to the kitchen, it turns out that he and my mother were talking, and when I explained what was up, they were both just like “oh well yeah that happens” sort of attitude UGH it was FRIGHTENING and just “yeah ok our family member blacked out and shouted and it wasn’t a big deal w/e”

Telling me why I blacked out doesn’t mitigate the fact that I called for help and nobody cared.

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because today I was going to buy this t-shirt from the men’s section of a clothing store. The shop assistant tried to take it from me because “it’s a men’s t-shirt. It isn’t made for female bodies.” I said that I had tried it on and liked it, so I wanted to buy it. A group of nearby middle-aged men then started scoffing, and one said, “you don’t want to buy that shirt anyway. It gives men the wrong impression.” What wrong impression? What? Just let me buy the damn shirt without making me feel like I’m doing something wrong as a woman just because I wear men’s t-shirts. I don’t need or want your comments. (men’s t-shirts are usually cooler than women’s t-shirts anyway.)

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