If there is any starker, more blatant, documentary about the effect of violence on women as a sex, I'm yet to see it.
I was born in 77 and did not realise the half of it.
I feel sickened. I have cried. The violence. The mutilation.
The fear of women all over the UK at the time.
The vulnerability, the fear, the way prostitutes were spoken of. The othering of female women who unfortunately ended up in prostitution.
And fuck all has changed. We are still being intimidated by men.
We're still scared of going out alone in the dark. We're still told to not leave our group of friends in a club. We're still told not to dress a certain way or we may attract unwanted attention.
In fact, we've had a message from my dd's high school that on own clothes day, if girls are wearing leggings, they need to wear a top to cover their bums so they don't distract the boys (believe me, I am in discussions with the school about this)
But WE HAVEN'T FUCKING MOVED ON, since the 70's.
I despair. I really do.
Ramblings of someone who is self-isolating and has had a couple of glasses of wine. But i am so angry.