It’s Not The End of the World

It’s not the end of the world… but sometimes it feels like the world is going backwards.

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I’m having a hard time lately dealing with all the woman-hating that seems to be becoming more and more common-place, especially so since the European Union Referendum here in the UK and even more so since Trump began running for President of the US.
If you are a man then I don’t know if you can ever truly understand how it feels to see such blatant misogyny almost everywhere you look. I feel like the good men in my life might say something like “don’t take it personally, it’s not about you.” But it’s about women. I am a woman. It’s about all of us. It might not be directed at me, but I feel it anyway because I am a woman. So all of Trump’s disgusting nastiness towards women as a group is personal.

I’m not opening comments on this post because the above page shows how I feel and I’m allowed to feel that way. I don’t need to get into a debate about it.

It’s not the end of the world, I just hope that in 4 years time he’s out and someone with a much better understanding of how to treat human beings gets in. For those of us who have to live with Brexit however, that mess will affect generation after generation.

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