Kristi Pahr

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.

These women are from all over the world. They are from different socioeconomic brackets. Their assaults took place during different times over the last 35 years. The victims are completely different, but the stories are all so similar. Victims of assault, rape, harassment, coming forward, being brave and telling the truth, and being stigmatized, ostracized, blamed, ignored, ridiculed. People they love, people they trust, people whose job it is to protect them, blaming them for their assault. It’s common. Almost expected. That women are assaulted, harassed by men, is a given in our culture. That women are blamed is standard procedure. Is it really any wonder that the majority of sexual assaults go unreported? Is it really shocking that a woman would want to save herself additional trauma?

I’m not a TV person. I used to be, but not so much anymore.

Don’t be an asshole is my barometer. It’s my go-to for figuring out how to respond to any given situation, big or small, personal, local, or global.

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

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