Prologue
When a baby girl is born, her legacy has already been carved in blood. The blood of our ancestors; the women in Salem Massachusetts, the women who were slain in cold blood for just wanting to speak, the women from the 1800's who died in childbirth because their adolescent (yes, adolescent), bodies were unprepared for such a big responsibility, the women who were killed in the 1950's protests for what we are STILL fighting for, the women who were killed from their abusive powerful husbands, and nobody ever dared to murmur her name. We are standing on the bones of the Native American women who wanted nothing more than to live in peace among us. We grow up hearing the horror stories about all of them who came and died before us. We should be pumping with fury about all of these injustices. No, we are FUMING! Why can't men understand that we just want to be treated like everyone else? The fact that we have to carry our car keys intertwined in our fingers as we walk to our cars, just in case? That doesn't bother anyone? Why is this so normalized? Why is it normal to have to prepare for such circumstances? Because this is all the time. Women get raped and murdered just by walking to her car all the time. So often, that we have a protocol ingrained in our heads, the moment we can talk. Why should we have to monitor our daughter's clothes, just because she isn't dressed like a nun?
"Because the boys can't focus", why is that HER problem though?
In this book, we will be going over discrimination, period products, rape, abuse, and the very real victims of such evil. Those who got out, and those who didn't. Sources will be provided, as well as statistics so you know I am not just making up numbers.
"Men have problems too.", like what? Providing? Child support for the child you probably begged her to create?, Sleeping on a hard chair while she goes through the most painful thing that a woman can ever do? Yawn. Boring, cry me a river.
