How dare she reject you? How dare she not want to give you her number? So you can study âAlone. Together.â How dare she nicely reject you by saying she has a boyfriend so you donât feel bad about yourself? Youâre âfucking sick and tiredâ of women saying that they have a boyfriend so youâll leave them alone? Maybe women are âfucking sick and tiredâ of most men thinking that they are entitled to a woman. Maybe women are âfucking sick and tiredâ of having to claim they have a boyfriend as itâs the only way most men will leave them alone. This video was put up to âexposeâ the girl but in reality it actually exposed OckTV for being self-entitled trash.
Wow what trash
On top of the commentary provided above, here we go:
1) A woman saying she has a boyfriend as a way to avoid being pressured to give out personal information to a stranger who has approached her when she is quite obviously busy.
2) A man watches a woman for several minutes, records her without her knowledge, has a friend approach her to determine her relationship status, approaches her, talks to her, and (more than likely) LIES about what heâs studying, then immediately suggests she give him her personal information, time, and that they go somewhere alone. All so he can prove some âpointâ about women to justify his own fucking misogyny.
Because one of these is a person trying to extract themselves from an unwanted situation as delicately as possible for both parties involved, while the other is essentially stalking, lying in order to gain trust, andÂ recording someone without their permission.Â
DId she lie about having a boyfriend? Yes.Â Of course she did. In a society where itâs common for men to either not take no for an answer, or to react in a threatening or violent manner to rejection, pleading âboyfriendâ is the safest route in most situations, because men are more likely to take that as a âlegitimateâ no. And to be perfectly frank, this lie isnât hurting anyone, so acting like itâs some huge betrayal of an unwanted strangerâs trust is the purest essence of douchebaggery.
The fucker of all of this? Pleading boyfriend doesnât work all the time.Â Pointing to my wedding ring and saying I was marriedÂ didnât workÂ on a random guy on a bus to stop hitting on me, or suggest we go get drinks together. He wouldnât stop harrassing me (in a way he thought was charming, Iâm sure) until I got off the bus, three stops early in a city I didnât know. I did that for no other reason than to get away from him, and once I felt I was a safe distance away, I just leaned against a wall and cried. The part is, that guy is far from the only one to disregard me saying no when Iâve said Iâm married, unless my husband is actually there.Â
That level of disregard is terrifying. These men donât respect your personal space, then they donât accept no in any form. Why the hell wouldnât anyone do whatever they could to get out of this situation as quickly and quietly as possible?Â
Fuck this guy and his entitlement. If you think he has some grand fucking point about women being terrible liars, then fuck you too.
Only 2-3 years ago, I was walking home from a subway station after school. The walk is 2-4 minutes long. Itâs not exactly a lot of time for something bad to happen, but it can anyways.Â
I came up the escalator to street level, where in turning to head out of the doors, i noticed a few people standing and clearly waiting for the bus, including a man who would soon ruin my day.Â
So Iâm walking down the sidewalk, having never made eye contact with this man (again, it was a sweeping glance of people while turning a corner!) and Iâve made it about a minute away, listening to my ipod, and sensing someone/seeing someone out of the corner of my eye, i semi step aside to make room for them to pass. I suddenly realize this someone is not only trying to talk to me, but itâs the man from the subway stationâ¦. the one who had been waiting for the bus.Â
Because I noticed someone talking to me, I instinctively pulled my ear buds out, because thatâs the âpoliteâ thing to do, and instantly regretted it. He started telling me I was pretty, and before some asshole calls me a jerk for not being into that, he was telling me BECAUSE WE WANTED SOMETHING, not because he was trying to improve my day. He was forcing his opinion of my body onto me in order to gain access to it, and thatâs not flattering.Â
Then he asks if I have a boyfriend. At this point I hadnât dated someone in like 2 years, but youâre damn right I said âyes I have a boyfriendâ, because women in society have been conditioned that their ânot interestedâ doesnât mean shit. Itâs only the presence or idea of another man claiming ownership of us that will POSSIBLY make an intruding man back off. We are property to be snatched up by any man who sees it his right, so long as we arenât already claimed by another.Â
Well guess what, the boyfriend comment didnât help, because he replied with âjust one?â. Ah yes, because if a boyfriend is already in the mix, rather than respecting that I clearly wasnât into you, and clearly (as far as he knew) was taken, he didnât CARE. I said âI only want one. sorry. byeâ and you know what pisses me off? that again, as a woman, iâve been conditioned to APOLOGIZE for not being sexually available to a complete stranger, FOR FEAR OF BEING BEATEN, RAPED, OR KILLED.Â
At this point, I have turned to a set of stairs to continue my short walk home that has already made me feel uncomfortable and somewhat upset, and from behind me I hear him talking about how much he likes my ass as I climb the stairs. I let out a somewhat âyou wishâ style laugh, and hurried up the rest of the stairs faster and onto the sidewalk to finish the last minute of my walk.
Iâve made it some 30 feet when I hear himâ¦. heâs now followed me up the stairs and onto the next street, and now heâs talking at me about how he wants to lick my pussy and eat me out for hours. I am horrified, because iâve already said no. Iâve already said I have a boyfriend. He was never meant to be walking near me in the first place because he was waiting for the bus. My apartment is very close. Do I go inside and thus reveal where I live? Do I continue another whole block to a restaurant and hope someone will help me? Will I even make it that far before he could possibly attack me?
I panic, and I whip around, and in my loudest and most authoritative yell, clearly projecting so that anyone near by might hear, i shout, âTHIS MAY BE SUPER FUN AND HILARIOUS FOR YOU, BUT I SAID NO, SO FUCKING STOP.â
He wasnât ready for this, clearly stunned, and said âokâ and finally walked away. I had NO IDEA what his reaction could have been, and I easily could have been in serious danger, but I had nothing else I could do at the time as my phone was dead, and there was no local shops where I could run in.
Soâ¦. to the men who complain about women saying they have a boyfriend when they donât, please, trip and fall into a pit of acid filled needles, because I really donât have time for you to piss and moan because someone let you down gently, both to save your precious male ego, and to protect themselves. I will ALWAYS side with the women. Â
Reblogging this Â post because I have had this happen to me alot (through the years) and can relate to the girl in the pics & your stories. SIGNAL BOOST.
If someone tries this on you:
1) Say “Oh, thanks. I’ll give it to him when he gets back.”
2) Take the phone and try to unlock it.
3) Say, “Whoops, this isn’t his phone.” And hand it back.
OR: Do step 1 and just fucking take the phone. Chances are that some tosser has just wasted hundreds of dollars on trying to get into your pants. You can turn the phone into the cops or something when you’re less busy.
1) “Let me check if it is.”
2) Phone a friend.
3) Savour the look on the dude’s face when you say, “Hi babe.”
It’s sad that women have to be prepared for these levels of douchebaggery. They have to be always ready for any incoming asshole.
Always have a boyfriend. Until you are actually looking for one.