I made a friend in Spain who, at the end of every night would have up to
three different guys fighting over who got to walk her home. Not kiss her. Not
fuck her. But to simply be the guy responsible for getting her home safe.
In the meantime, the other girls walked home alone after one-night stands,
or from repetitive sex with their fallback of an amante (Spanish for lover, but the connotations are that of a fuck
buddy).
And that’s the thing. Sluts don’t get walked home. (I use the term slut loosely; and wow that pun was not intended).
It’s as if they’re a super species of female somehow less privy to the
cold and less prone to danger. Some men couldn’t care less how the woman they
just fucked gets home, as long as they get out. Sometimes they’re asleep before
she’s even started collecting her things.
Then again, maybe the sexually liberated don’t want to be escorted home –
accepting it a luxury forgone of sex with no strings attached.
Is taking a girl back to her home courtesy, or a step backwards for
feminism?
And what then, if they’re your boyfriend? Rain, hail or shine, a
five-minute taxi or an hour trip late at night on public transport – are we big
enough to look after ourselves?
Is there a difference between needing to be looked after and wanting to
feel looked out for?
Love, Noeline
xox
Walk of Shame Kits, anyone?
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