Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts

Monday, December 16, 2013

One New York Subway, Two Prostitutes and Two Gentlemen

I watched a conversation unfold over Facebook the other day, and I had to re-read one of the comments several times just to make sure I had actually understood it correctly. It turns out I had, and it bothered me enough that I am addressing it now because I think it’s a prevalent thought in today’s society. And I think it’s wrong.

A friend of mine expressed frustration over dressing and acting like a classy woman and she was STILL looked over like a piece of meat and talked to in a way that was very degrading. I can’t help but think that it is too bad her husband wasn’t there because I doubt those men would ever talk that way to any woman again. Anyway, the thing that tripped me up was another woman’s comment in reply to my friend. “Don’t you think the women today have something to do with it? The way they dress and act?’

What I took away from her comment was the belief that a human only deserves to be treated with respect by another human if they’re dressed and act a certain way.

THAT IS WRONG.

I am inordinately blessed in that I come from a long line of gentleman who have sacrificed physical safety and even in some cases, their careers, because they refused to stand by while women were being disrespected. They do not dissect a person’s character before deciding how they will treat others around them. They have a basic belief that they are called as men, to treat all women like ladies, EVEN IF THEY'RE NOT. This is what makes them gentlemen.


Why? Because this is how respectable human beings treat each other. How other people treat you should NOT define how you treat them. And if you treat a woman based upon her actions as a lady, all that says about you is that you are NOT a gentleman.

I’ve been seeing a lot of E-cards going around that say, “Chivalry isn’t dead. It just followed wherever being lady-like went.” When I first saw this, I loved it! I feel like we women have gotten lazy, and you know from our previous posts on class and change that we hope to be different from the norm. BUT. Choosing to treat someone with respect because you have deemed them somehow lacking only makes YOU the person lacking class.

This thought process is exactly is what is fueling rape culture today and setting young men up to become possible rapists in the future. Think about it. If some girl is wearing a short skirt she must be a slut, and we’ve learned that we only treat certain people with respect if we feel like it. So…if she’s a slut and our young men don’t feel the need to respect her, if they want to take something that’s not theirs, it doesn’t really matter because their actions are not based on some moral compass of right and wrong, but rather on how they feel. That is terrifying, horrifying and unbelievably sad to me and I hope I can do something, no matter how small it is, to change that.


“Sluts” On A Subway


When I was 12 years old, my family and I took a load of furniture to some friends who had recently moved to New York.  It was July, blistering hot and we had a grand, if not sweaty, time playing tourists.

I remember all of us pouring out of the subway and faced with several long flights of steps that led up into the city. There were two prostitutes struggling with a stroller, obviously trying to figure out how to get the heavy, unwieldy thing plus the baby, up the flight of stairs in their stripper heels. These girls were not much older than me and their tiny, clubbing dresses were completely inappropriate for the afternoon. The skirts were short enough you could easily tell what kind of panties they favored. Just saying, that’s how short those dresses were.  Not only were their outfits inappropriate, they acted inappropriately. It made me feel uncomfortable to watch them.

My dad and his friend saw the girls struggling and instantly they each grabbed an end of the stroller and hauled the darn thing up two flights of stairs. With the child screaming its head off the whole time. They smiled at the girls and told them to have a nice day, and continued on their way.

This really isn’t that big of a deal because they do this sort of thing all the time. But my point is, they didn’t treat those girls any differently then they do my mother or Adrian and me. Because they were prostitutes and had all their body parts hanging out for all the world to see, it did not suddenly make it OK for them to treat those girls like a piece of meat. Why? Because they’re gentleman.

OTHER PEOPLE'S ACTIONS AND MANNERS (or lack thereof) DO NOT GIVE ANY OF US THE RIGHT TO TREAT OTHER PEOPLE POORLY.

If that’s a deciding factor for you, I highly suggest you reevaluate where you are as a person. My father is constantly reminding me, “It’s not what happens to you Lizzy, it’s HOW you respond. That’s the only thing you have control over.”

Please, let us be the change we want to see around us. Let us act with love and class to our fellow man, regardless of whether they "deserve" it or not.

Please.


xo xo Elizabeth


Monday, October 21, 2013

You Are Worth More Than Your Bra Size





If I could wave my Big Sister wand for all you young girls out there and make you see how incredibly and shockingly beautiful your soul is, I would do it so quickly that the magical words pouring out of my mouth would suck the very air out of the room and leave you feeling dizzy.

If there was one thing I could grant to all young women, it would be true understanding of how important you really are. How much you and your Precious Heart and your beautiful, sexy soul really are.

If I could allow you just a peek into the future when heart breaking experience will have taught you to value your soul more than your body, without the heartbreak, I would.

You Are Worth So Much More

You are worth so much more than your soft, smooth skin or how you look in skinny jeans. You are worth more than the stretch marks on your thighs or the cup size of your bra. Your body is beautiful and amazing and changing daily...and it is only a shell. A wondrous and amazing shell, true, but a shell none the less. Your soul, your heart and your character, the things that make you YOU, are what truly make you beautiful.

I am just now learning, at the ripe old age of 26 that what a man thinks of my body and face has no value when it comes to a relationship. What's important is being with a man who recognizes my sensitive writer's heart and admires my strong sense of right and wrong. What matters is a man who accompanies me to church because we share the same beliefs and is concerned about the health of my soul. 

Stay close to the people who love you for who you really are, so that when the time comes and you wander off track, they can remind you that you are important because of your heart...not because your butt looks hot in those jeans.


You Are Freaking Awesome.


Repeat that to yourself as many times as it takes for you to believe it. You’re going to meet some gorgeous boy before too long who has eyes that glow with adventure and arms that promise to carry you over the rough times….and dear, darling girl, he’s going to let you down. You might be 12, 15 or 21 when it happens but some boy is going to break your heart and leave you standing amidst the rubble of everything you thought you believed in. It will shake you to your core and leave you wondering “Why? Was it me?” When that day arrives, come visit me and I will ply you with steaming mugs of tea, enormous plates of cinnamon toast and I will remind you of a very important message your heart may have momentarily forgotten: YOU ARE FREAKING AWESOME, GIRL.

Treat and think of yourself as someone who is awesome, as a person to be treasured. You are. And you are valuable because of the girl you are on the inside, not how you look on the outside. No matter what other people tell you, you deserve the best. And when your heart forgets that vitally important fact and decides to attract attention and approval based on your looks, go back and be reminded of how loved you are by the people who truly understand the true beauty of your soul.


Value Yourself

Please, please, please, hold out for that amazing man who falls in love with the beauty of your heart, with the real you. You deserve to be cherished for the integrity of your soul, not the dimples in your cheeks. You deserve to have someone who honors you, respects you and cares about your well being more than his own. And to tell you the truth ladies, the guys who aren’t in to you for those reasons are going to try and make you feel insecure about yourself and your body. Because if your spirit and confidence is broken down enough, you’re going to feel the need to be built back up. And who will you turn to? That’s right, the person who tore you down in the first place.

Someone who is only interested in you for the shine in your hair and the red in your lips will have all the right words to say that will make you think he’s into the real you, but his actions will prove otherwise. He will make you feel that the most important thing about you is your body, because that’s what he’s into. And that, my dear friend, is a crappy game.

Don’t play it, don’t fall for it and don’t stand for it.

I had a boyfriend at one point who I thought was my very own Prince Charming in cowboy boots. He talked about respecting me, he liked my father and said all the right words. I was going through life-altering times and felt incredibly vulnerable and his attention made me feel like I mattered in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Looking back at our relationship now, I just shake my head at myself. While he was saying all the pretty things I wanted to hear, he was treating me like my body was the only thing he was really into. And guess what? It was.

Girls, it’s way easier to let someone make you feel wanted and admired and beautiful than it is to wait for someone who really cares about how freaking awesome you really are on the inside. That’s the truth. It’s hard to respect yourself and it’s hard to teach people to value the real you. And no matter how much I want to wave my magic wand and give you a glimpse into the future so that you know I’m giving it to you straight, I can’t. Only YOU can decide that you are worth it, and only YOU can determine how you will let other people treat you.  What I can do is share with you the moments I have experienced myself and keep reminding you (and myself), at every turn, you are worth so much more.



xo xo Liz