—Does not mean I don’t appreciate kind or gentle words from a man in regards to my character or beauty.
—Does not mean I want you to talk to me in a disgusting, demanding and constantly innuendo-filled manner
—Does not mean I’ll go home with you after I’ve only had ONE beer… or ever, for that matter.
—Does not mean I am constantly my Derby alter-ego. I am still a lady, a college student, a musician, a baker, someone’s little sister…
—Does not mean that because I am wearing hot pants it gives you, a male, the divine right to slap my ass anytime you feel it necessary.
It DOES however mean:
—I’m confident and strong.
—I have 50 girls who will go to bat for me if shit ever hits the fan, or if I just need a squish every now and again.
—It does mean I can stick up for myself, and will do so if I need to.
—It means I’m better than dealing with men (and women, as it were..) who act like children, because I have enough to handle and do and take care of with my jobs in the league. I don’t have time to deal with your antics.
—It means I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions.
—It also means I’m perfectly capable of holding my liquor.
—It also means if you, as a man, continue talking to me like I’m an object, I will castrate you and have no qualms about it.
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