I’m reading Virginia Roberts Giuffre’s memoirs and yikes, its rough. The book hits so hard because it rings so true even for people like me who have only experienced a fraction of what she did. The setting, the attitudes, the willful blindness, the blame… its all so familiar for most American women. The casual abuse, those who should have been protectors just looking the other way, the causal understanding that women are for using, the slut shaming and being blamed for your own abuse. Hating your body for the reactions it causes in others, and yet internalizing the idea that the only way to navigate the world is via being a sexual object. What an absolute mind fuck… and it has been the norm of the world for far too long.