Amy and Adam: War on Women. Why do people still think this isn’t a thing?

Amy and Adam: The War on Women.

Why do people still think this isn’t a thing?

The way Amy Schumer is being treated, after a confrontation with a fan, compared to the way The Rock and Adam Levine were treated by the public, after their fan confrontations, is just one more example of the War on Women.

Until a woman’s space and body is treated with the same respect as a man, I will continue to call it the “War on Women.”

I don’t give a flip about what she talks about in her comedy skits (both men have done much worse), her body and her time is just that, HERS! She is not owned by anyone and she owes nothing to the fans who demand it.

Adam and The Rock were supported by the public, even calling the perpetrator a criminal and said both men had every right to never talk to their fans again. many fans even gave solid advice on how and why both men should file many criminal charges on the man who attacked them.

On the other hand, a big man, comes rushing Amy, a year after her movie last year was used as the catalyst for a mentally unstable, misogynistic, jerk to murder and harm people in the theater. Not only was the shooter known to have long term mental issues and an arrest record of dangerous behavior, but he was on the radio spouting public disdain for women. Some of the listeners enjoyed his message, even supporting his radical views.

How can Amy trust anyone running up to her and demanding her attention with society continues to support people with views such as the shooter supported? She can’t.

After the incredibly hard year she has had (with death threats and sadness over the film shooting) she was terrified of the sudden man in her face, demanding her attention, yet, since this incident, she has been called a bitch, slut, and even worse names because of her comedy and her movies and that she “deserved” to be attacked and she was owned by the public. There have even been people (men and women) to state she should never act again if she can’t handle the pressure of people groping her and wanting photos with her. Many explanations include, “it was only a photo” and “she is making a big deal of nothing.” Really? A strange man rushing up to a woman in a grocery store parking lot, then demanding a photo with said woman, would be considered harassment and the police would be called.

This is the problem with society. Amy had a REAL horrific event happen in her life, where not only was her image and movie used by a mad man as the reason he committed murder, but she has spent a year being verbally attacked by society for how it was her fault for making such a trashy movie and “forcing” this man to make a statement about such movies. Again, let’s back up a few years to when radio stations put this crazy man on the air, and used his sexist ways to garner shock, awe, and laughter from the public. He was already known to be mentally unstable and maladjusted, but Amy gets harassed from the public concerning her comedy and her movies for being too lewd.

Does anyone have any idea how stupid that sounds? Not only is society victim blaming, but they aren’t even victim blaming the right person. She wasn’t even there. No one blamed Christian Bale for the Batman theater shooting (of course they shouldn’t), but many trolls blamed Amy for her role in making a really funny movie, showing an independent woman finding her way in life.

No one blamed Christian Bale for being the star in a movie showing a rich orphan taking justice in his own hands and outright killing bad guys. Of course they shouldn’t. It’s a movie. An insane lunatic decided to take away the spotlight from both Amy and Christian, and turn a moment of happiness into a moment of horror. This is on the killer, not on the actor and actresses.

No it’s not Amy fault a man entered a movie to shoot people and it’s not her fault she refused to take a photo from an obviously abrupt and disturbed man. Again, this man rushed to her and demanded a photo with her, then claimed he owned her and she owed him her attention. That is a clear sign of mental illness. Hell NO! She doesn’t owe him anything.

Let me put a myth to something, being a “Feminist” isn’t about hating men, it’s about educating society on the ways women are treated so differently than men (by men and even other women) that it makes my brain hurt.

So, let me set something straight here, no man nor woman, no matter how famous they are (or not famous at all), owes shit to anyone else unless they decide, on their own, to give the time to address the other person.

I’m going to say this again for those in the back, no one in life owes you shit! Not your mama, daddy, sister, brother, and certainly not the people who you’ve never even met before. When you see a woman (or a man) you would like to speak to, all manners apply, even when the person is super famous.

Let me explain it this way, even if a completely naked woman is walking down the street, screaming sexual speeches, has money attached to her body, and hundreds of people are getting excited by this site, she doesn’t owe anyone anything. A normal person would ask her for a photo, ask her if they could touch her, or ask her if they could be seen with her. Insane people (with no manners) assume what she is doing allows another person to enter her personal space and attack her.

One more time, no one owes anyone SHIT! Nothing. Nada. Zero. Capeesh?

If anyone, man or woman, comes rushing me and demands anything from me, I will tell that person right away, get the hell away from me, and never come back.

Amy has the same rights as anyone else on this planet. She is a person, not a thing.

I applaud her for how she has conducted herself this year and she has every right to be frightened of people (especially men) running up to her like the fan did. In fact, after all that has been thrown in her lap, I wouldn’t doubt if she has moderate PTSD, and society isn’t helping her by attacking her and harassing her even more. If she never made another public appearance, it wouldn’t be because she is weak, it would be because some people are assholes, and don’t deserve the right to see her light in public. She needs to care for herself, not the dicks of the world.

Amy, I support you. I know you are a fantastic person, working for women’s right everywhere, and I love what you are doing. If you never want to talk to another fan, I totally support that too.

Now, if everyone could please learn the rules we were all supposed to learn in Kindergarten, “Keep your hands to yourself”, I think the world would be a much better place.


Until next time… be safe, be kind, and always be happy!

(and for those who are dicks to celebrities, it’s simple, #stopbeingadick)

#heforshe #himforher #waronwomen #keepyourhandstoyourself #stopbeingadick


Open letter to the stranger (a man), who called me a “loud-mouthed feminist bitch.” — Thank you. That is the sweetest insult I have received in a very long time.

This is an open letter to the stranger, a man, who called me a “loud-mouthed feminist bitch.” I wish to thank you. Not only is your insult one of the nicest I have ever received, but you have shown yourself to be a little bitty man in a much bigger world then you can comprehend. If you think your off-the-cuff, over-used, outdated insult would affect me or silence me, you are gravely mistaken and you are way out of your league.

Not only are you not the first person who has insulted me, you are not even the first person to insult me today. I have been insulted by much classier, wealthier, and more powerful men then you could ever hope to be. In a world full of bricks being thrown at me and so many other women, you are nothing but a bug bite on my arm. You are not even worthy of being considered a bug bite on my behind, because that might actually cause me to be upset, and your words were actually an awesome compliment.

There have been many wonderful and fantastic times I have received wonderful compliments from those who love me, but since you, a total stranger, tried to bring me down with your pitiful little insult, let me give you an insight into the person you are trying to tear apart and silence.

As a child of less than 9, I was called:

Poor dirt farmer’s daughter, ugly, fat, wild, loud, untalented, crazy, strange, weird, spacey, bratty, slow, too short, roach girl (because my home had roaches), and an  “N-lover” (because I had a black friend in first grade and stood up for her on the playground). At 9 years old, I was called a slut and a whore by a female adult, because many of my friends were boys. These were not the only harsh words I faced, they are only a sampling of what created the person you tried to insult.

As a child in the fourth through sixth grades, I was sent to a “Christian” school to try to “fix me.” There, I was called by students and also teachers:

Dumb, wild, uncontrollable, loose, crazy, spacey (because I was shy and an introvert), weird (because I dreamed of being an astronaut, when women could not be astronauts), bratty, chatty, hyper, and a male student even called me a bitch because I would not allow him to kiss me and I slapped him (yep, standing up for yourself at 11 gets you called a bitch, but, guess what, he didn’t get to kiss me). See, your lazy insult of “bitch” has been used for many years against females, and we haven’t stopped winning yet.

From seventh grade through eighth grade, I was called:

Slut (because I would not allow a male to slap my butt), I was called strange and weird (again, because I told a teacher I wanted to be an astronaut), I was picked on, picked at, and bullied in middle school because I refused to conform to the “gangs” of little mean girls who only had each other as back up and would never make it alone in life. I was called an outcast, a Salvation Army baby, and because I refused to meet the boys in the eighth grade bathrooms for some “play time,” I was called slut, bitch, fat, and a whore. Yet, I still progressed, where others were slowly fading away to pre-teen pregnancy, drugs, gangs, and sadly, random deaths, and yes, even suicide.

As a teen, I was called:

Bitch, slut, whore, cunt, and pussy. See a pattern? Come on. Can’t people come up with more creative insults? I was harassed with words such as, “Baby you look fine, I wish to fuck you in the bathroom,” or my all time favorite, “I had your mom last night, I want a little of you today.” I have had bigger breasts since tenth grade, so that opened the door for more slang words, harassment, and “tear downs” of my spirit and my soul. I had teachers who told me to find more appropriate goals in life. I even had a teacher look at me when I entered her class for the first time, and say, “Oh, it’s you. I have already heard about you.” This is the same teacher who, in 1980-something, was having kids perform dissections on real cats. I tried to persuade her to hold a fundraiser to purchase fake cats instead. Her response was to joke about the cats being found behind the dumpsters and say they didn’t matter. Yet, she made me feel bad about being in her class.

I started a long distance track team, and teachers said I was too short to run. I ran anyway. I was told I was too fat to be a cheerleader. I cheered anyway. I was told I was too poor to be in band. I joined anyway. I wasn’t popular. I joined popular clubs anyway. I was bullied. I did not change my path to class. I walk down the same path everyday, anyway. So, you see, your insults don’t even bother me, they push me to do better and be much louder about it.

By students and teachers alike, I was made to feel bad about my body, my brains, and my outrageous goals in life. Yet, I still progressed forward, and the people who bullied and harassed me fell to the wayside in depths of drugs, drinking, and despair.

I was married a few times, and from those “kind gentlemen,” I received such “lovely” words as:

You are dumb. The house is a mess. You suck as a wife. You are nothing to me. You are looking fat. Why can’t you look like so-and-so? You can’t cook. Your thighs are fat. Your hair isn’t the right color. Oh, why did you change your hair. Gain weight. Lose weight. You don’t make me happy. You don’t deserve what you have.  You will never amount to anything. I cheated on you because you work too hard (I made more money than my ex). You make me look bad when you talk about your degree, job, and income, but you will never be better than me. Of course, there are many more, but I am sure you get the gist of my wonderful time with my ex-husbands.

I spent over 20 years in the Army, and I was called and told by my male leadership and my co-workers:

That I was a bitch, slut, whore, cunt, and pussy. Constantly. I figured I would get those out of the way, since males have no imagination when it comes to insults.

I was busting my back fixing a tire, while a male soldier was sitting whining about how lazy women are in the Army. I have been touched, jeered at, harassed, physically hit by my own commander in the face with a book, physically hit in my injured back by a male PA trying to prove I was not injured, called stupid, insubordinate when standing up for myself, a liar,  lazy, crazy, strange (that I had dreams of doing things females were not allowed to), weird, and a bitch, more times than I can count. I added bitch in there twice, because that is a running theme of females in the Army. If a female isn’t happy just taking orders from the “god like” males and succumbing to their ever wants and needs, then, those females are “bitches.”

I have also been called a dyke, lesbo, homo, twat waffle, pie muncher, and many homosexual slurs. I am not a homosexual, I just happen to be a very strong woman in the Army, who did her job very well. If they were referring to the take they believe a homosexual female is tough, smart, strong, and hard working, then I take their thinly veiled attempt at an insult, and I take it as a compliment.

I have been told to shut-up, sit-down, be quiet, don’t make waves, be more lady-like, be less lady-like, be this, be that, be something else all together. Yet. I am still here, progressing every day, while others fall in their own tracks of misery.

I have been told my huge accomplishments were only gained by sleeping my way to the top. I was told my awards were given to me only because it was determined by the government a certain amount of females receive certain awards. It could, in no way, be because I worked night and day to earn every recognition I was awarded. All of my accomplishments have been gravely diminished by the males in my life and my command. Not because I did not, in reality, truly earn them, but because the males were eaten up inside by jealousy, intimidation, and the hatred of anyone who out shined them (especially females). The only way for them to feel powerful wasn’t for them to work harder and meet the new standard a female had set, but to try to belittle and tear down the accomplishments of the females around them to make themselves feel better.

And yet, I still progressed. Day by day. Week by week. Pulling the hatred of men behind me like ankles weights on a prisoner sentenced to life. Every time I tried to escape the low standard men set, they would harass me, insult me, and try to tear me down by adding another weight to my ankles to keep me in my place. And yet, slowly, ever so slowly, I worked harder and became stronger than they ever could imagine and I continued to progress. One thing people forget: when you put weights on someone who is willing to work hard to get what they want, the weights do not hold that person back, but makes the person stronger, meaner, and more accomplished than the haters could ever imagine.

I am 47 years old and I have had many years and many late night crying sessions to contemplate ugly, pathetic, uneducated, underlings like yourself, and I have come up with a few rules for people like you:

  1. Come up with new and better insults. Your insults are tired, worn out, and old, like you. I have been insulted by Generals, physically hit by a combat Soldier, and even had a Senator send me an email to request I move out of his district. So, please, if I can survive the insults from those people, you are nothing to me but a pesky bug to smash.
  2. You bore me. Your old, outdated, stupid, idiotic, backward-thinking and raised-in-a-barn upbringing really bore me to death. I hate discussing serious topics with someone like you, who does not present any research to back your claims and relies solely on shoving their own personal agenda down people’s throats in a failed attempt to change the minds of those around them. I am bored with you and people like you. People of all sexes, races, and even dis/abilities have proven over and over they are worthy to occupy a seat at the “grown-up table of only men.” Please, you can’t hold those seats open for your friends forever. Your friends are not keeping up. Instead of insulting and putting down females, who are slowly taking those seats by storm, you need to talk to your male friends and tell them the world is changing, the rules are changing, the standards are higher, and they need to learn to keep up.
  3. Go to school. You sound like an idiot when you argue with me. If I am going to waste my time on people, like yourself, I really wish to have an equal brain to argue with. Trust me, a woman’s brain can multitask, find information quickly to bring to an argument, and immediately remember what you said after you yourself have long forgotten. You, on the other hand, must retreat in an argument, because you can’t keep up. So, please, go to school. At least the information you learn in school might make up for your old, broken record arguments toward females. At that point, I will gladly have an intelligent discussion with you concerning your issues of women working in “male only” positions.

So, let’s re-cap: I have been insulted, harassed, abused, stepped on, pulled apart, kept down by men around me, and so many other things you will never understand, and you expect me to “shut-up” my feminist talk, all just because you called me a “loud-mouthed feminist bitch?” Oh honey, you have a lot to learn about who I am. I don’t shut up, I don’t sit down, I don’t take crap from anyone, especially not the likes of you. I am better, stronger, faster, smarter, and more determined than you will ever fathom.

Again, thank you. I take your insult and accept it as a compliment, because, honey, that’s how I fucking roll.