I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
It’s rude and sexist to tell a woman she’s an owned pet.
Yeah. It probably is a little rude, like telling a 600 lb person that they really need to lose weight is rude, but that doesn’t make it untrue, and it’s certainly not sexist.
Clearly I’m opposed to the sexist behavior of treating women like pets or property, that’s why I’m speaking out against it.
If you ever notice that I am unaware that I am being manipulated, abused, or mistreated, please point it out to me. I’d rather be told the truth than continue to be manipulated because “it would be rude”.
Shaming people doesn’t force them to change and calling a woman an owned animal is sexist whether you believe it or not.
If a woman is beaten by her husband would it be sexist to call her an abused wife?
Would it be racist to say “so and so was a victim of a hate crime”?
I didn’t commit the crime, I just pointed it out.
You didn’t call her a wife, you called her an animal.
No, I said this situation sounds less like growing up and more like being a pet.
That’s called simile, a figure of speech that directly compares two different things to highlight a shared quality.
It’s easier to argue with me than to have some introspection on the type of language you choose when talking about women.
I don’t understand why you’re projecting that on me.
I’ve explained my position and I stand behind it and that’s all I can do.
Like I said, I think she’s a victim, and I’m sorry for her situation. My wife considers me a feminist and that’s all the validation I need. You can choose to believe what you want.
Waking the walk and talking the talk are two separate things.
Maybe resist comparing women to animals in the future, Mr. Feminist.