Fear is a Prison

"She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn't be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn't be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn't be called frigid; had children so she wouldn't be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn't want to be called queer and a man-hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn't be called a bitch… She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry."
~ Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

B: "I'm going to the mall for Black Friday."
U: "There is going to be lots of pussy there. They will be all done up and looking great. Except for the [nasty] ones that won't get ready at all and will be going to hit all the sales."
B: "Yeah!"
...FIVE MINUTES LATER
B: "Look at her, she's hot!" (While watching a football game.)
Me: "I don't appreciate that, and it makes me feel like I have to look like that to be hot, of which I never will." 
B: "Oh my gosh, calm down."
U: "Don't do that, Kasandra, not today. I don't want to hear it."

You know what I don't want to hear? You. I don't want to hear you open your mouth. I don't care to listen to such disrespect. This is what is wrong with our nation. We teach our children by example, and not always the best one. Want to know another thing is wrong with our nation? If a guy talked about me like that in front of my family members they would tell him to stop talking about me like that - yet they do it to every skinny, white, big boob, nice ass, great smile, sweet, sexy woman that come into their sight. I'm thoroughly disgusted. One thing is for sure, I no longer FEAR to stand up to people, especially my family. (Some say that I have no respect, though I say it's a human rights issue.) I no longer FEAR that my opinion isn't valid. Want to know why? Because, Fear is a prison, and I don't want to be in prison.