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Why do we laugh at a comedian's misogynist joke? Why do we vote for a man who brags about grabbing women by their genitalia? Why would we try to seduce a man who abused us? I don't know whether it's a fear of being disliked or an inferiority complex or a survival instinct or a tainted childhood or a history of women who speak up for themselves being trashed (Trump's relentless "she's a fat, ugly lesbian" attack on Rosie O'Donnell always comes to mind), trying to put an end to misogyny is not for the faint of heart.
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I know this makes you uncomfortable to talk about. I sure don't want to hear it, either. But I need to. You're the people I trust most, and my first line of defence against regrettable or unwanted sexual encounters. Don't limit the sex talk to periods and how babies are made. Tell me EVERYTHING!
By the time we're in our thirties we've subconsciously conditioned ourselves to have automatic responses to stress: "I'm too tired," "I can't help myself," or "things never work out for me." These myths can lower the bar and prolong a rut you may find yourself in, making meh the new normal.
I'm coming out of the closet -- the age closet. As a performer, apparently my prospects go down at 40. But what's great about 40? 40 years worth of friends, 40 years worth of life lessons, 40 years of honing skills! In fact, any major obstacles I've faced in life have given me strength or insight I wouldn't have had otherwise.
I was standing six feet away, feeling pressure to get the bragging rights of having met one of the greatest icons of womankind. I stared for about a minute, mulling it over. Should I jump her? Meekly present myself? Ask someone backstage to snap a photo?