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reasons why jim beaver is a+

Because women are weak and completely helpless right? fuck this post yo

#it’s not about women being ‘weak’ or ‘helpless’ #which they aren’t #it’s about real fears that women have to deal with everyday #including me #it’s about how i carry my keys in my hand on the way home #it’s about how i have pepper spray in my pocket when i leave the house #it’s about how i try to not walk around by myself at night #it’s about how i always have a sense of precaution around strange men #the amount of times i’ve been harassed by strange men in public is astronomical #invading my personal space #giving me unwanted compliments #getting called a bitch when i ask them to leave me alone #most men feel like they have this entitlement with women #and jim beaver doesn’t and CONSCIOUSLY makes an effort to make women around him feel more comfortable #SO YEAH #he’s fucking a+ #so fuck you yo

it’s about the fact that i feel really uncomfortable  when someone gives me a compliment on the street at night. how i think about i think i might have to get off the bus early so someone doesn’t follow me home. how i don’t feel comfortable on an elevator alone with a man.

it’s about thinking about someone else besides  yourself and being conscious about how you may come off to others

so yes a+ jim

and  you can fuck right off

I’m not helpless. I have pepper spray, and my brother (a US Marine) taught me ways to defend myself if I need to. But the fact of the matter is that I am 5’1” and I only weigh 90 pounds. The chances of me winning against someone who wants to hurt me are slim to none.

So yeah, I’m afraid to go to my night classes because I have to walk across campus alone in the dark. I’m scared to leave my work because the bar next door makes me nervous.

I get antsy every time I get off the bus and a man follows me. I get worried when I’m walking down the road to my car and a group of guys walk past. I know I’m at their mercy. And when they follow too closely, or stare just a little too long… Yeah, it makes me uncomfortable.

It’s sad that we live in a society where women have to fear their male counterparts. But we do. And if more guys took the precautions Jim does, I’d feel safer.

Jim Beaver is a godsend, and if you have a problem with him, you can piss off.

It’s a common courtesy. I do this for my girlfriends and guyfriends at night just in case someone has misplaced a key. My friends also do this for me. I wish we lived in an ideal world, but we don’t and I’m glad there are people, like Jim Beaver, who have the common courtesy to make sure a friend or acquaintance safely gets into their home. Jim Beaver is an A+ man and it is obvious he loves and respects the women in his life. 

My dad would do this for me all the time, even if it was just me backing out the driveway of the house in the middle of the day.  My dad still does it now, when we go visit him and we leave in the morning he stands at the door and watches.  Hell, I even have to call my parents when I make it home and I’m about to be thirty years old.  It’s not a bad thing to be that person who makes sure someone gets home o.k., it’s not about said person being “capable of handling themselves,” it’s about being concerned over someone you care about.  We’ve made the drive to out-of-town conventions so many times that we don’t need the map anymore, but you best be certain my parents are getting a phone call. 

This sort of feels like another case of, “what do you want?”  As in, of course we don’t want men to assume things when they see a woman alone, so here’s a guy saying, “I don’t, and I am cautious about the message I send,” and the response is, “fuck this post.”  I mean, the guy who lives next door to us?  His place was broken into and he gave me the “be careful” speech, because we are two girls in the house, and I’m actually GLAD to have a neighbor who is concerned for us, I’d rather have that than someone who wouldn’t ever know if something happened.  My response isn’t, “Ugh shut up I can take care of myself,” it’s, “Thank you.”