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I Do Not Consent
It’s not ok~ To the women of my generation. To all who came before and all who come after, it’s not ok. I am ashamed to say that we have been raised in a world where we have been told “ this is how it is, get used to it” and conditioned to just accept it. Ashamed that young men are being brought up in a culture that teaches them to sexualize and treat women like they aren’t anything but a pretty play toy, eye candy to devour, trash to throw away when they’re done. So I am here to say enough. It’s not ok. It needs to stop. It ends with us.
Marissa Luna ☽❁Published 4 years ago in VivaWhy Hasn't #METOO Gotten Howard Stern?
I don't understand who Howard Stern has paid off? Maybe the King of All Media somehow made a deal with the devil? I just don't get it. After coasting off the talent of Jackie Martling for years and then going to XM where he was somehow less offensive than he was on FM, somehow Howard Stern is now around kids all the time? How is this not setting off radars! How is this not causing huge online unrest! I just don't understand it, try as I might!
Aubrey KatePublished 4 years ago in VivaOvarian Cysts
All women go through the same phase of the period. Some women have seven days of bleeding, others have only five. Every woman is different and we all know that. There are woman who don't bleed for months at a time and then have a ten day streak of heavy bleeding. This my be uncomfortable for you to read, but some women have hard menstrual cramps and others barely feel a difference. This article will get personal and a little bit awkward. When I first got my period it was normal I was one of the lucky ones, I did not feel any different, there was no pain or cramping and quite frankly it sneaked up on me. I have lived very happy with my period up until I started university. The first time I experienced the pain was thanksgiving. I was eating dinner and over eating and I was happy and laughing with my family, until I suddenly felt like someone had stabbed me in the lower intestine. I thought it was only indigestion, but then the pain was moving towards my left side. I got up from the table and fell to the ground, it hurt too much to stand. My mom found a pillow to put under my head and my oldest sister stood there accusing me of being weak, saying hurtful things like "she's just being dramatic". No, sister. No, she is not "being just dramatic". It felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife in the lower left quadrant of my stomach. My parents helped me up and put me in their bed (because it is the closest from the kitchen). I remember crying lots and howling from the pain as the rest of my family had no idea what to do. I remembered that I had some left over naproxen from my shoulder injury. I directed my dad to go find it and he did. I took one immediately and I prayed that the pain would be going away soon. I was crying badly because the pain was not going away and I was in a fetal crouching position screaming "make it go away" at the top of my lungs but it came out all weird because it was through my tears. Then my other sister brought me a hot water bottle and I put it on my stomach, which helped a lot but I was still crying and my head started to hurt from lack of oxygen. I decided to convince my body to shut down. I took in a deep breath and pretended to go to sleep, i closed my eyes and still nothing. luckily we had melatonin in the house so I took it quickly and within minutes I started to feel all the medications starting to work. As the months wore on I started to learn the signs that the pain was coming, first step was my legs being in unbelievable pain, like growing pains, but a little more intense because no position is comfortable for you to lay in. My doctor had given me a stronger dose of naproxen. I would take it before my period would come, so I would be well prepared. One time we went to the movie theater to see Moana and I felt a little weird so I went to the bathroom and even though I had taken naproxen the pain came to me anyway. I went back to the theater grabbed my coat told my sisters "it's happening, I am calling dad" and I sneaked out of the theater and I collapsed beside the door of the theater. I lay there for thirty minutes and no one, not even a staff member came to help me. When I woke up I managed to call my dad, but he said he could not understand me my words were slurred, but I finally told him where I was and he was on his way. Ten minutes went by when finally one staff member came to see if I was okay and needed water. I probably sounded drunk to her, but I should have called an ambulance then. My dad came fifteen minutes later, he helped me to the car and took me home. I went into bed and passed out. My body took the flight response as opposed to fight. This was not a normal thing happening. I made an appointment with my doctor and she said I might have endometriosis and it could reduce my chances of having children. All I ever wanted were children. After doing an ultrasound for my pelvis. I was relieved to hear it was not endometriosis. Instead I had cysts on both my ovaries, which explains the painful periods I have been experiencing. On the left side I had a cyst that was four inches all around and on my right it was two and a half inches. It was usually my left side that hurt, so I was shocked to hear that they were on both sides of me. I was booked to get surgery on them because of the size. My doctor prescribed other medication for me, which I could tell it helped. Now, the pain was came for five minutes and then I was fully functional. Then, I had my last ultrasound to see if any changes had happened and during my English class I got a phone call from the Gynecologist's office. I ignored it because I was in class and I called them back five minutes later.
A seasonal objection to abortion
Tonight on the way home I encountered some pro life protesters. You have all seen them; holding pictures of dead fetuses and their heads high in righteousness.
Emily WhytePublished 4 years ago in VivaCaroline Flack – Domestic Abuser or Victim of Bullying?
The inquest into the death of Caroline Flack, former host on ITV2’s Love Island opened on 19th February after Caroline died the previous Saturday from apparent suicide by hanging. She was “found lying on her back” and did not respond to CPR by the police and paramedic so was pronounced dead at the scene. The inquest has now been adjourned until 5th August.
Clare ScanlanPublished 4 years ago in VivaBeware Of The Groomer
We've all seen those Facebook post about age differences in relationships, you know the ones asking how old is he and how old are you? Every now and then those post hold comments on how a very young girl is claiming her boyfriend is just a few years older and that he likes her because she is "mature." No big deal, correct? Well the young girl is only sixteen and her "few years older" boyfriend is in his twenties.
Tiana BerrongPublished 4 years ago in VivaWhy Women Have Long Hair
Once upon a time, there lived two women, Nnenna and Adaeze, who always quarreled about everything. They quarreled when the rain didn’t fall, they quarreled when the rain did fall.
Jide OkonjoPublished 4 years ago in VivaSilence accomplices and sexual harassment
Recently, result of a study published about the sexual harassment against the women journalists in Iran. The study has conducted by "Asr-e-Ertebatat" monthly magazine.
Pouria NazemiPublished 4 years ago in VivaAn Internet Troll Mansplained My Rape to Me
The internet has been a continued breeding ground for faceless bullies for quite some time now. Cowards who hind behind anonymity and their screens, spewing hateful things and damaging messages at people, just for kicks.
Nicole BedfordPublished 4 years ago in VivaWe Couldn't Give Consent While We Were Sleeping
Sexual violence and rape are 80% likely to be perpetrated by a person known to a woman. 51.1% of female victims of rape reported being raped by an intimate partner and 40.8% by an acquaintance - Source
Nicole BedfordPublished 4 years ago in VivaWomen: Mid Life Crisis
Listening to a prominent male dj on a popular radio station this morning, my gag reflex was engaged to a sexist judgmental comment made about women in their 40s and 50s these days having the female version of a 'midlife crisis'.
I Hate Myself, Does That Make Me a Bad Feminist?
I consider myself a radical feminist. Perhaps that is redundant as feminism seems to be radical all on it's own. But what I want to talk about right now is women and self love and how that might not align with what we believe as feminists.