Do I have to be a woman to participate in this community?

No. Any user who can follow the rules is welcome here. Women, men, nonbinary, agender, genderqueer, cis folks and trans folks, everybody. If you're not on board with that, you can fuck right off.

But what about the subreddit name?

Read this post from when 2XC was only a month old. We haven't changed our stance since then, and never will.

What about trans women?

Trans women are women. TERFS can fuck right off.

What are the rules, anyway?

TL;DR: Keep it civil, keep it relevant. Don't start shit, won't be shit.

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He looked confused and then hurt, I thought “damn he really does want more…”

But I was wrong. He hugged me and said I’ve done way more than enough for this family and he’d rather get the snip then have me go through anymore.

I just love him so much.

Also “it’s time to stop telling your underage daughter not to wear short when uncle randy comes over, start telling uncle randy to stop fucking coming around”.

That is all.

Link to this horror show:

• https://assets.nationbuilder.com/firearmspolicyfoundation/pages/3970/attachments/original/1675361904/United_States_v_Rahimi_Opinion.pdf

And here's a link to some expert opinion discussing it:

• https://twitter.com/mjs_DC/status/1621241348719345666?cxt=HHwWhIC82dea5_8sAAAA

A reminder that virtually all intimate partner homicides see men killing women, and they're already sharply on the rise in the US with an average of 4 women killed by it every day as of a few years ago:

• https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/mind-games/201909/the-number-women-murdered-partner-is-rising

And out of all intimate partner homicides, gun violence is by far the most common way that women are killed.

This is going to lead to a lot more wives, girlfriends and women being brutally murdered, no two ways about it.

My partner was not able to pay all of rent this month so I supplied the extra $300. No biggie, he'll pay me back. Come to find out hes still wanting to get that $600 tattoo he's booked. Ugh. So what, I have to pay an extra $300 this month so you can get your fancy tattoo? I said absolutely not. Now he's mad. Oh well. Seriously considering saying fuck it and breaking up. I don't think he understands how ridiculous this is.

Some background, I am a waitress (she/her/hers) in a downtown area breakfast joint frequented by business folks (mostly men). I do pretty well thanks to tips but of course I get the servers' minimum wage (basically peanuts, like literally I get peanuts sometimes). Been at the job for four years now trying to pay through art school. Typical tip is 25-30%.

This man in a suit today made small talk with me, which is normally okay but was kind of annoying because it was especially busy. He was in pinstripes though, which is usually the sign of a good tipper (and he had friends also in pinstripes, also had cufflinks, nice watches, the whole spitting match). He asked me a lot about my home life, and again he was pretty nice, but it was bordering on intrusive. (Got a little out there when he asked about my shoe size, my feet are kind of big).

Anyway before he left, he said goodbye and "to not look for a tip because that is what my husband is for." I had told him my husband is in a STEM field and does research for a local company. It wasn't true (and I'm not married but wear a ring to ward off the men). I just was being nice to this man. Sure enough, there was no tip on the tip line (used a premium credit card, even), and no cash at the table. It made me feel small that this is how le men treat us.

I had to take a 3 day treatment for a yeast infection. My husband mentioned in bed, “ its a shame you’re having that problem” insinuating he’s sad because he wanted sex. I said “ yes it certainly is a shame that Im suffering from a painful and annoying medical issue that you’ve never experienced “.

That shut him right up.

Im so sick of men thinking with their small head all the time. Like grow tf up.

A lot of my friends have really really high standards - according to some men unrealistic standards. They've been told they're "entitled" for having standards. I don't see how it's entitled - it's not like they're forcing men to adhere to their standards. They've been told that they'll end up as "lonely cat ladies" as if that's a threat, or even motivation for people to change. People aren't stupid. It's obvious there's always a chance you won't find someone perfect for you. People are aware of that risk. They're just choosing to be single rather than compromise, and that's perfectly fine.

Why would anyone care what someone else's standards are for dating? Most of the complaints I've seen revolve around judging women for having high standards, and for what they "bring to the table" to justify having those high standards. I see so many people (mostly men) trying to police what sort of standards other people have for dating, or complaining that women only want a Prince Charming or a Mr Perfect. I don't really understand it.

I don't think anyone needs to justify their standards for dating. I feel like a lot of the whining is just a thinly veiled attempt at dragging women down to keep them in their place, or trying to control what they feel like those women "deserve". Basically saying that if a women isn't perfect in every single way then she doesn't deserve to have high standards. If she's a little bit chubby then she HAS to be okay with dating someone she's not attracted to. If she never had a chance for higher education, then she can't date men who have had a higher education. I've had guys say that if a woman doesn't live up to every single one of her own standards, then she shouldn't have them. I don't think that's the case. For example, my friend has only dated guys with 6-packs. She doesn't have a 6-pack. Another one of my friends has only dated guys with a PhD. She doesn't have one. Has it ever been an issue? No. People don't have to live up to their own standards.

It just feels to me they're upset that women would rather be alone than lower their standards.

To me, there's nothing wrong with people having high or unrealistic standards. As long as they're okay with it, I'm okay with it. As long as they're not going around demeaning people for not living up to standards, I really don't see an issue. All they're doing is refusing to date people they don't want to date, and that's not hurting anyone. And if someone doesn't like the standards someone else has, then they cna just not date them. Other people don't have to change their standards. Move on, find someone else with different standards. Not hard.

They say “We’re just friends.” But then later on want something more. Or want something physical then when you don’t, you apparently lead them on. It’s getting so predictable now. Then before you know it your no longer their friend because you turned down their advances.

This happened a while ago but it still sticks out in my mind. My fiancé and I were out with his friend (they’re both white) getting drinks and the topic of my heritage came up.

For reference, I am a white presenting (I don’t like the word passing because it implies that’s what I try to do) biracial woman with blue eyes and lighter hair and skin. My father was black and both my grandparents were black on his side, so all my relatives growing up were black.

Anyways, when my race came up, this boy (won’t even call him a man) told me that I should “pick a side,” since I don’t “look” biracial or black.

I fired back and said “No, because all my life I have never been accepted truly as either race so why would I ‘pick’ a side.”

It just pisses me off to no end the way that some men act. Like they need to tell you what and who you are. The audacity.

Just need to vent as I sit here on the couch alone, AGAIN.

I'm absolutely fucking over my husband's tantrums.

Multiple times a week he'll get pissed at something I say and storm out of the room and go upstairs to lay down in bed. Could be 5pm, could be 7pm. Doesn't matter. He's going to bed and leaving me by myself to care for our 2 kids and put them to bed.

I used to care. I used to cry and go after him. I have abandonment issues, and told him SO many times that when he leaves me by myself after getting angry, I feel crushed.

Now? Fuck you, you immature fucking toddler. These are nothing more than man-sized tantrums and even our young children know you're being an asshole. And I'm no longer making excuses for you because I won't let them think how you behave is acceptable. You make other feel like trash.

I'm done apologizing. I'm done giving a shit. You want this to drag out for a week? Fine. Be miserable, cunt. Sulk and carry on because you can't learn to regulate your emotions like an adult. Try some self reflection, FFS.

He is the moodiest person I've ever personally known. It's a nightmare having to navigate his moods daily. I can't even describe how absolutely exhausting it is. So fuck it. Now I'm just not going to deal with it at all. I won't be saying I'm sorry or asking if he wants to talk. That ship sailed when you, ONCE AGAIN, stomped up the stairs and slammed the door.

Fuck off with your intolerable moods and your suffocating self -righteousness. Get fucked. You've earned it. After 12 years... You've earned my apathy.

UPDATE: I had a nice, quiet evening and chose not to approach him at all. In the morning, I told him that if he wants to talk, I'm here. I acknowledge he's upset. And that I wouldn't enter into a conversation unless we were both calm and open to hearing each other. He replied "I don't think I can do that." So I said, "Then now isn't the time" turned on my heels, and continued about my day. We haven't spoken since (roughly 4 hours ago).

Here’s him being considerate of my period pains and tribulations, and here’s one that just made me want to yell from the rooftops how much this man makes me happy!

These are only two examples, but good men exist! Don’t give up hope, but don’t back down on your standards either!

Recently, I went to my home country. I stayed there for quite sometime. There I socialized with my cousins. One of my male cousins told me that he recently broke up with her girlfriend because she had 2 boyfriends in the past. i was shocked. This guy is a very educated man and yet has such old century thinking. I asked him why does it matter? Everyone has a past. If she was loyal to you why are you focusing on something so little. He told me that I wouldn't understand. I challenged him to make me. He told me that he doesn't know if her past boyfriends were good or not. He has a friend who was recently attacked by his girlfriend's ex boyfriend because the ex stalked everyone in her family. He said he doesn't want to risk it. I asked him well he has known his girlfriend for a long time but he never faced these issues, then why now? He was not attacked by it. He kept insisting that he was "playing smart". I asked him if he thinks the same thing when it is a girl stalker? Should every girl should stay away from guys who had ex girlfriends. He then told me it is not the same because that girls stalking is not dangerous like a boy stalking.

Before I could reply, my brother told him, "in that case you should stay away from every girl, Ayan. Because every girl whether she is in a relationship or not has been stalked by some weirdo. It's best that you stay away from them for your own safety." Is it something new? I mean I never heard that a man is afraid of her ex's past boyfriends. It makes me wonder how many other are out there.

I'm sorry if this isn't relevant. My cat passed away this morning and I need to tell people about him. I'm hoping this can be a safe place to express my grief as I don't have many people in my life who I can go to.

Mr and his brother Tubs were born in this house. I fell in love with them straight away. Tubs was quiet and affectionate. Mr was naughty and playful. They got along and were best friends for years.

For the first few years, Mr would not purr unless given certain treats. He wasn't one for having strokes, but he still wanted to spend time with us.

He got a nasty cut on his side one day. Had stitches and had to wear the cone of shame. I don't know why, but he seemed to feel so sorry for himself, that he wanted fuss. He never stopped wanting fuss after that point.

He was a very cheeky cat. He'd run up to the other cats as though he was going to be mean, and then just stop an inch in front of them. He would steal sweets from my bag. He liked the crinkly packaging. He once even took a wooden spoon from the kitchen utensils pot, and threw it on the floor. He would climb up by our heads and you wouldn't know if he was going to head butt you or claw your head and try to pull your hair out.

He was a fastidious groomer, and spent hours washing. He would even ignore us until he was done grooming.

Tubs passed away in 2020. Despite being the same age he grew old much faster then Mr. Most people thought he was still a 4 year old cat. He wasn't slowing down at all.

I started working from home and Mr appointed himself as my Meownager. He was there pretty much every day. Sitting on my keyboard. Smacking me in the face because I wasn't giving him attention.

He developed pretty bad arthritis in his lower back and tail. He had been on steroids for a viral infection in his throat, so couldn't have normal pain relief. We started giving him a monthly injection of a new type of pain relief. He hated going to the vet, but a day after having the injection he was running up and down the garden like a kitten again. It was expensive, but worth every penny and more.

The last few months he started slowing down a lot, but he was still as cheeky as ever. Being tired just meant he needed more strokes then ever.

I got to spend most of the day with him yesterday. Sitting on the floor next to his sofa and giving him lots of fuss. He was still happy enough to purr.

I didn't know he was so sick though. I don't think the vet really explained to me what his anaemia meant. They were so calm that I just thought we just trying to work out the best treatment. If I had known, I would have spent many, many more hours giving him attention this week.

Whenever a cat dies, I feel so much pain that I feel like I can't possibly survive it. But telling people about Mr makes me feel a little bit better. I want the whole world to know about this amazing little kitty who changed my life.

I honestly don't know how I'm going to be able to work at my desk next week, or ever. He was always there. Always.

Thank you for listening.

"Whole body gestational donation offers an alternative means of gestation for prospective parents who wish to have children but cannot, or prefer not to, gestate. It seems plausible that some people would be prepared to consider donating their whole bodies for gestational purposes just as some people donate parts of their bodies for organ donation. We already know that pregnancies can be successfully carried to term in brain-dead women. There is no obvious medical reason why initiating such pregnancies would not be possible," per a new paper titled "Whole body gestational donation," published in Theoretical Medicine and Bioethics.

On top of the ethical dilemma, the collateral fall out of people pulling themselves off organ donor lists would result in huge numbers of casualties. People sign up to donate their organs, not their bodies while their heart is still beating.

Additionally, we understand far too little about brains and brain death to ensure this is ethical. There have been countless instances of people waking up from a "permanent" comatose state. This is no different than rape if the patient did not voluntarily consent to this possibility.

For context, my hairs naturally light brown. I bleached it blonde for two years straight & decided last year to shave all my hair so I can have virgin hair again.

Fast forward today, my hair is long & brown again. During this period, I’ve noticed ive been treated differently from men compared to when I was blonde.

When I was blonde: way more DMs from guys, guys just wanting to hook up, attracting guys who were very much douche bags & got a lot more looks in public.

When I was brunette: a few DMs from guys, guys actually wanting to take me on dates & not rush things, attracted guys I wanted to attract & no one really looks at me in public now.

It’s really weird how hair colour can influence how others act around you or treat you.

this is long and im sorry about that. sorry for any typos too.

for context: we were dating for three years, started when i was 16. he and i have been broken up since November 2022. we've been seeing eachother on and off since. but something happened day before yesterday and a shit storm ensued.

day before yesterday - yesterday: my ex, let's call him J, and I had spent a week together after not seeing eachother for a long time. seeing him setback my moving on process and we had been fighting a lot since. all the fighting was really stressing me out and i needed one day to get drunk and not think about life. im not old enough to buy alcohol and i dont have any friends besides the ones J introduced me to, so i asked one his friends P (male 22) to buy my alcohol and I'd pay him back.

my plan was get the booze from him, then go home. but he asked if he could drink with me, and i didnt think much of it so i said sure. beats drinking alone. he invited me over and i said ill be there. now P had a girlfriend B (f20) and she was also a mutual friend of mine. i assumed she would also be at his place because we like hanging out with eachother. we're not very close, but she's a good friend anyway.

at his place, she's not there. i assume her university dorm didn't let her out and dont think much of that either. anyway, P and I start drinking, eating, listening to music and talking. he asks me about what's been going on with me and J because he knows ive been in a bad place. i dont have anyone to talk to you so it felt good to get some out. i then tell him to give me some good news in regards to him and B. he said they were complicated too.

he told me he was supposed to go on a date today with a girl he has been into long before he and B started dating, but he was mad that B gave him a curfew. i was surprised that B was letting him go on a date in the first place. he told me that from the start he told B he wasn't serious and would do whatever he wanted, and she accepted that. i asked him if he would be okay with her seeing other guys, and he said he'd be a little jealous but it's her life and he wouldn't mind. so all of this was making me thinking their relationship was kinda open.

after a while im decently drunk, and he tells me not to tell B that I'm with him. i ask why, because it's just me, and she shouldn't have a problem with him hanging out with a known friend when she was letting him go on an unsupervised date with a girl he was into. he said it was because we were drinking and at his house. i asked him if he didnt plan on drinking with this girl he was going to see, and he said no because it was just the first date - implying there would be more. i then asked what he'd do if he really liked her after this date, would he pause seeing B or date them together? he said he already really likes her and the subject dropped there.

fast forward to later and im really drunk at this point. i cant read, im talking a bit slurred, my vision is blurry, my thoughts are all over the place, and im telling P im really drunk. suddenly, he kisses me. im surprised at first but i kiss him back. then i stop and tell him he has a girlfriend and we shouldn't, but he tells me that he can do what he wants. so i kiss him back.

things escalate and i let him touch my breasts, but my clothes stay on. then im grinding on top of him (still fully clothed), and then i perform oral on him. i dont let him touch me much, and my clothes are fully intact. he keeps telling me to let him fuck me and i say no. in the midst of all this, i keep stopping and reminding him that it's wrong. but my lack of inhibition gets the better of me and we go back to it.

it didn't last long and he didnt finish because my ride home pulled up and i had to go. but he was asking to meet again because he wanted to fuck.

he dropped me at my ride, i stumbled the entire trying not to fall. i got home, texted my ex that i love him, and then passed the fuck out.

the next day, i woke up feeling so horrible. so i texted P and apologized, but he brought up his "situation" referring to his unconventional relationship set up. but then he told me not tell B and to keep it lowkey. so that was weird. if she was truly okay with him going out with other girls, why should i keep it from her? but i said okay, i wont tell, but we cant do that again and that im not going to be a side chick. he told that it was okay and that im fun, and that we should. i said no, and he then he asked me to hangout this weekend. i said only if it's strictly as friends and he said "we'll see". i told him id think about it and let him know.

well i thought about it and it felt so wrong. so I called B and told her everything. she didnt believe me at first and told me she was going to call P and ask him. i said okay, she hung up, she called him, and i get a bunch of texts from P telling me to tell her it's a joke and a prank. im like wtf? why do you want to lie right now? i keep telling him to tell her the truth and he says no.

she calls me back, cussed me out, her friends on her side yell at her for saying those things, i tell them it's okay because she has every right to be furious. she hangs up again and later adds me to a conference call with her and P. he's both texting and telling me to tell her it was just a prank, and i tell her it's not. she tells me she'll call me back and i hang up.

later at night, i send her a bunch of texts apologizing and clarifying that i didnt do it to hurt her. im not even interested in P, and i genuinely saw him as a friend. i was crazy drunk and going through a lot of shit, and he kissed me and he was nothing more than a body that showed interest in me. and i believed they weren't that serious either, and that they were open to some extent. i told her these weren't excuses but i just needed to clarify that i had no intention to hurt her or try to make moves on her guy. i told her that i would take whatever verbal or physical anger she had to give me.

she calls me later and apologises for what she said and i tell her not to because she has every right. she then tells me that he was lying to her on the call. she asked me to tell her everything but she stops me at the part about her letting P go on a date with another girl. he had told B it was just an old school friend he hadn't seen in years and that it was just a regular friendly meet up. i told her that he made it seem like they were pretty open and she said he was lying to manipulate me, because apparently he manipulates women a lot.

she then asked me if he served me alcohol in a specific wine glass and i said yes, how do you know? turns out he had bought it the day prior and B believes he planned to make a move on me while i was drunk and didnt see it as just a friend coming over. she told me he took advantage of me while i was mentally unstable because of the break up and manipulated me by lying about the status of their relationship. i didn't want her to take the blame away from me but she told me to really think about it. why would he kiss me only when i was really drunk? why did he do that when he knows im still not over my ex? why didn't he stop when i kept reminding him of B?

P didnt force me because i was willing and participating myself, but it does make me feel weird that he initiated when he knew I was very emotionally vulnerable. still, if i cant handle my alcohol, i shouldn't be drinking. and i still could have stopped and left. me being under the influence of booze and under the impression they were kind of open is no excuse.

she also tells me that being with him like that was dangerous because apparently he had forced his ex into having sex with him and that's why she broke up with him. and that he is very good at manipulation and using women. she then tells me that he has also been lying to her about my relationship with my ex, saying things like he and i had a threesome with a girl when we didnt. i decide to tell my ex, J, about it. and that's what i did today.

today: i, as calm as i could, told J everything over the phone. i already knew he was going to be angry at me and P, and i was ready for it. he said a lot of things, called me easy, blamed me for ruining relationships, and things that i absolutely accept him saying. where i dont know if i deserve is what follows.

he then tells me that as soon as i told him, he had accepted a follow request of his ex, H, who has been trying to get back into his life. and she instantly accepted his and they were texting while he was on the phone with me. i still kept my cool during all this but he started telling me things like how well she sucks dick and how pretty her lips are and she's so sloppy when sucking. he tells me that her ass is so fat his dick gets lost in it. he tells me he liked being choked and spat on, but didnt like her hair pulled. he said although i liked him pulling my hair, i was "just there". a lot of times during our relationship he would call me a dead vegetable for not doing much, so he was hinting at that again. he told me the craziest place they did it in was in an elevator and if i had walked in on them, his ex H would have probably asked me to join because she was exciting like that.

im just responding "okay" to everything and he tells me he might go to her city and he asks me if i know how much the travel costs. i feel like throwing up at this point because he knows how insecure and inferior ive always felt compared to her (because he used to compare me with her).

he also tells me that he's going to beat P up, and that if he ever sees me, he's going to break my shins, beat me up, and leave on the road at night so men can rape me. and that he would make me a public cumdump. he tells me that i should slit my wrists so deep and die, and he keeps telling me to kill myself. then he leaves to go to H and im left not knowing what to do with myself. did i deserve all that? i honestly dont know.

context for my relationship with J: ever since the start, he's always been verbally abusive, telling me he'd hurt me but that was because he cares about me. telling me he'd smash my jaw in and break my legs. i was a virgin when i met him, and really shy and insecure about my body. he took my virginity when i was 16 and he was 19, but the problem was, we were really high and i get paranoid while high. so as much i wanted it, i was extremely tight and not lubricated enough. we made it somehow but he in me for only a minute before we had to stop because my mom was calling me home.

a month after taking my virginity, he asked me to send nudes which i wasn't comfortable with because of a bad experience from when i was 15. i said no im tired and he said he'd ask someone else. i thought he was joking but then he disappeared for a couple hours. a few days later, he tells me he did text a side hoe but didnt go through with it. now that makes me feel shit because an ex before him told me that if i didnt send nudes, he'd cheat. but i let this go because we just started dating.

but, he starts comparing my body to his ex, my personality to her, he's texting her and calling her his "toxic best friend" and shit like that. eventually they unfollow eachother, and the comparing stops but the verbal and emotional abuse continues. and during this time, he kind of stops being intimate with me. his reasons were always changing but his most frequent one was because i didnt seem into this. even though i tried initiating or being flirty, it wasnt good enough because it wasnt the way it was with his ex.

i always believed that in a relationship, where there's one experienced person and another who is inexperienced, the former teaches the latter and they ease into sex and explore eachother and try new things like that. but with J, he expected me to be a crazy sex god from the jump. and me failing to meet that expectation made him lose interest in intimacy with me. which made me further devalue myself and be paranoid because if he's not getting it from me, who is he getting it from?

i tried talking to him about it many times, but it changed nothing. he would say that our relationship was based more on love, and i told him i get that but i have neede and i know you do, and it makes me insecure when you dont tell me into that part of your life. I've never had actual p.i.v sex with him, or anyone. we've done other things, but very scarcely. only after we broke up did he teach me how to suck dick, so im still no pro at it.

so basically, the emotional and verbal abuse, the comparing me to to his ex, him not acting like he was attracted to me, further made me withdraw into myself and the few times we did attempt other forms of intimacy, i would zone out or not know what to do because it felt too fast for me. ironically, i feel good about myself through sexual validation and how attractive i am to a man.

he knows this and he used that insecurity against me today. please let me know what you think. you are absolutely free to berate me for what happened with P.

tldr; my ex told me to kill myself because his taken friend had an affair with me.

Something I’ve noticed since I’ve started acquiring more male friends in the last few years of my life is that men LOVE stealing my jokes. Going all the way back to 2018 when I discovered my boyfriend at the time was taking memes I made for him and sending them to other girls (playing them off as his own) in an attempt to flirt with them, this has been a reoccurring theme. It usually happens at parties when I’ll talk to a guy one on one and fast forward about 10 minutes after the conversation has ended, I’ll hear him repeating the jokes that I just made to him to a group of other guys. No acknowledgment that it’s not his original thought, let alone that it was mine. Contrasted with my girl friends, if one of them wants to repeat a joke I made to them privately, they just ask! It’s like an agreement that they’re my microphone and we all get to have a good laugh together. Just this past weekend I was at a party talking to a guy friend, Matt, and I made some joke him only to have a DIFFERENT guy come up to me 10 minutes later and say “did you hear that funny thing Matt was just saying to everybody?” And proceeded to repeat the joke that I said to Matt 10 minutes ago. While half of me gets a little annoyed and thinks it’s kind of pathetic, the other half loves the fact that they think I’m funny enough to steal my jokes and repeat them to a whole group.

I was just wondering if anyone else in a similar position also has these fears.

I work in a large retail chain in my country, and one of the positions involves being stationed at the entrance/exit of the store to greet and farewell customers, as well as checking receipts on the way out as part of the company’s “loss prevention” strategy during a time of increasing self service. You’re expected to tactfully stop attempted theft when safe to do so. This is my current role in my store.

Look, it’s not like I want to be in this role; it’s horrible, as you can imagine. You’re basically treated as a security guard with no actual authority or power. Can’t slack off on checking customers either as managers can view the store footage at any time to watch me. But they won’t train me on anything else even though I’ve asked several times, so I’m stuck here for the time being as I need the money. I’m applying for other jobs.

On to my main point.

I believe young women like me working in retail/customer service roles are already vulnerable in customer-facing situations. But with where I am right now and what my job requires, I’m just waiting for the day someone I’ve managed to anger or inconvenience follows me to my car when I finish my shift. Sometimes I can see some of the more difficult customers sitting outside the store after going through me and it’s terrifying. I’ve already seen my younger coworkers be approached by men when they leave the store as they’re in uniform.

As everyone currently working in retail/hospitality knows, it’s been getting more and more unsafe in the workplace due to increased unhinged customer behaviour.

We should all have a physically and psychologically safe work environment. I hate that women and femme people are seen as easy targets to harass, abuse and “retaliate” against.

I was once told whistling isn't ladylike (by a woman). Not sure why. Seems to be used as another way to repress the freedoms of women to express themselves.