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Hello everyone! I’m not dead!

I’ve missed you all so much! I’ve missed writing, and I’ve missed relaxing, but things of course are getting hectic since the school semester is winding down to summer break. I am still in school, still studying English writing, however Friday I will be meeting with my advisor to declare another major of English literature and a minor of women and gender studies.

Jack and I are still happily together, and studying hard to make a wonderful life for ourselves. I don’t have much time to update everyone because it’s late, but I’ll be back soon, I promise!

-Jane

To the Parents of Brock Turner

To the parents of Brock Turner

I’ve read your letters and comments, begging the judge not to be harsh on the boy, that it’s “too steep a price” to pay for what he’s done. How is 6 months in jail and a life time sex offender status too steep? Do you literally process what he’s done? He took a drunk woman, who LEGALLY CANNOT give consent, to a dumpster and “digitally raped” her. Though she was unconscious, he assumed a hand on his back was support to continue. He VIOLATED a woman who did not say “yes, let’s have consensual sex.” He took her to a secluded location, pulled her panties down, and her dress up and violated her. There was dirt and leaves in her vagina. Mmm, dirt in her vagina sounds consensual.

How can you support someone like that? Someone who has “never done anything wrong?” Until now, that is. How can you beg and plead for him to not go to jail because it “would ruin his life.” Do you think about the life he ruined? The woman’s life? Did you once think about her? Did you ever put yourself in her shoes, and wonder what she must be feeling? Do you have a daughter? Did you think about how you would feel if it was YOUR daughter behind the dumpster and someone was assaulting and raping her? Did you think about that? I’m sure you wouldn’t be begging the judge to give the assailant a light sentence. All you are thinking about is whether your son is going to be “ruined” for life and now he can’t get into school, and he can’t swim anymore. Boo hoo.

Did you know his victim is ruined for life? She is slandered in the media for being a “intoxicated, unconscious woman.” Whether she was intoxicated or not does not matter, she is of age, Brock however, is not. He’s 20. He took advantage of a young woman and fucked up her life. Brock isn’t his “happy go lucky” self anymore? What about her? She’s petrified and traumatized, but you are upset because your son doesn’t eat ribeye steaks anymore; how tragic.

I find it sad how you have no remorse for the pain your son has inflicted on the woman he RAPED. The lot of you only care about yourselves. Did you know there was a black man with the SAME exact charges as Brock and he got 6 years? Yeah, and you think 6 months in prison, but an early release after 3 is harsh. And to the judge, what the fuck is wrong with you? You “don’t see him as a danger.” HE RAPED AN UNCONSCIOUS WOMAN.

Do you people not think? Put yourself in the woman’s shoes, who woke up in the hospital to find she was raped, and now she’s terrified every day of her life. But no, the only reason you parents are sad is because you’re now in tremendous debt and your son won’t get a degree to show for it, and frankly he doesn’t deserve a degree from Stanford or any other school. He ruined someone’s life, and HE ruined his own. You have no one to blame for Brock’s actions but Brock himself. You can put a rapist in a speedo and an IVY league school, but he’s still a rapist.

Do you want to be found, raped and naked, near a dumpster?

-Jane

Jane vs. Nature

Sorry I have been MIA, summer has started, and been started for about a month, but I’ve been working, and I am currently at a feminist retreat. That’s right, I’m in the middle of the fucking woods with 19 other girls, roughly my age and we are educating ourselves on important female issues.

This retreat has been interesting to say the least, but for the most part I am enjoying it. I’m in a bad mood however, so I’m a little crabby at the moment. I sprained my ankle yesterday so I’ve been in some pain and one of the girls here struck me on a nerve. We are discussing sexual assault, and if you remember, I was sexually assaulted for a few years when I was younger. However this one girl insists on leaving the room when we discuss it because it upsets her. Granted I don’t know if she’s ever been assaulted; however I feel like if you run from the problem, you’re not going to contribute to ending it.

I am internally frustrated to the point that I could fucking scream. Every girl attending here seems to think that she is an expert feminist, one said listening to Beyonce is cultural appropriation and I literally just walked away from her. Like I can’t fucking believe some of the things that have been said and done here. Don’t get me wrong I guess I am a feminist, and I feel that I belong, but some of these girls have such a misconstrued idea and I can’t get a fucking moment alone. They are all shoved up my ass because I have a sprained ankle. Then two girls keep making lovey dovey eyes at each other and it’s like GAHHH.

I don’t know if I’m angsty, or hangry, but I have no idea. And I really don’t want to be bothered with anything and these ladies won’t leave me alone.

-Jane