Day In The Life: A Walking Meat Stick

A quick creep through social media will show you I’m a married 27-years-old female, working as a marketing coordinator for an automotive museum/event venue and foundation for kids that gives back to children in need, enjoys taking way too many photos of her pups and has a healthy obsession with Harry Potter.

Each day I go through the same debacle of trying to decide what I’m going to where to work that day. A pair of trousers with a blouse and wedges? Maybe a dress and heels? Could I get away with a T-shirt and jeans? And what the hell am I going to do with my hair?! 

After a couple cups of coffee and the morning fog clears from my consciousness, the wardrobe debacle is solved by finding a happy medium between comfy and professional.

Regular. Routine. Living the dream.

Except, each day after lunch I unwillingly turn into a walking, talking and breathing meat stick.

I like to stretch my legs and take a break from my computer screen in the afternoons. I read somewhere it’s good for your health to take in a bit of fresh air throughout your working day. So, that’s what I do.

During my walk without fail, an anonymous male whose features change each day, whistles out a car window, slows their pace to get a better look, honks his horn or gives me a slimy grin that would take weeks of scrubbing to get off my skin.

“Men will be men,” I’m told.


It’s gotten to the point I’ll periodically skip my walks to avoid the potential routine infuriation. One of these days I’m going to shout out cat-calls to them and see how they like it! Actually, my middle finger could do all the talking. 

Avoiding the annoyance still equates to frustration. I should be able to enjoy a damn walk after my damn lunch and not have to mentally prepare for pig-men ridiculousness. I’m not a damn meat stick.

There should be no excuse for this type of daily harassment, abuse, or annoyance (pick your noun/verb).

Brock Turner was facing a maximum of 14 years in prison after being convicted of three felony counts: assault with the intent to commit rape of an unconscious person, sexual penetration of an intoxicated person and sexual penetration of an unconscious person.

Prosecutors asked the judge to sentence Turner to six years in jail. Trial judge Aaron Persky sentenced Turner to six months in county jail and new reports claim he’ll serve a mere three months in the end, due to California’s felony sentencing realignment. 

“A longer punishment would have a severe impact on the defendant,” said Persky.


And this is the problem. The judge ultimately sympathized with a young man who committed a violent act. The victim in this crime won’t serve three months in a facility to treat her wounds and come out squeaky clean, all put back together.

Those scars and wounds will be carried her entire life. He got three months, she got a life sentence.

Turner did get banned from the Olympic swimming team, kicked out of Stanford and ordered to register as a sex offender. Unfortunately, it shines a light on the differences an affluent white male gets treated in the judicial system and media outlets.

A innocent blue-eyed, blonde hair and wide smiled photo is circulated, while reporters talk about his Olympic dreams. “Well it’s shocking,” they say, “unexpected.”

Why? Because he’s white, rich and prestiges, so he can’t commit a heinous crime?

The judicial system seems to favor those who can afford it. A system that has served this country well when compared to others, but times change, and I think we should take a deeper look.

I do feel a sigh of relief with the conversation partaking in most comment sections related to the case. The trolls who frequent news sites haven’t been out in full force blaming the victim, a usual routine occurrence in rape cases and a reason almost 90 percent of sexual assault crimes go un-reported.

“What did she expect, she went to a party?”

She expected a hangover.

“If you dress like a slut, you’re asking for it.”

I dress like an approrpiate office worker, am I asking for it?

I’ll never understand the reasoning behind the last justification. In no way does a clothing choice permit an act of violence. However a female decides to dress her own body is her own business, not an open invitation.

I pose a few questions:

If bikinis are acceptable at the beach, why isn’t formfitting evening attire acceptable at a bar or party? Fashion fits the mood. If a little black dress is slutty, I hope you’re not wearing a two piece in public.


To those type of men: you inevitably have a mother and possibly an aunt, sister, niece or daughter. How does it make you feel to know they more than likely experience this kind of treatment on a regular basis? Or worse, could end up like the countless number of silent rape victims?

Gender neutral bathrooms have sparked controversy and concern with parents. The most common concern being their daughter now has an “increased risk” of being raped by a transgender female. Folks, biological males are raping women in and outside of bathrooms.

One in five or 10 percent of college females will experience a degree of sexual harassment.

Additionally, what do you think the parents of these transgender children worry about when they tuck their child in at night? Harm to their child because they identify with the opposite gender and are forced to use the assigned bathroom.

How do we change the rape culture? There’s no simple solution. It takes a village, we have to change it together.










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