Street Justice
Word of the day

Word of the day: preemptive, taken as a measure against something possible or anticipated.

Like - he has a preemptive dick pic in his phone to send to a lady in case he’s in a situation where he can’t readily take a fresh one but still wants to harass a woman.




"It’s just a prank, calm down!"

When did harassing women become a prank? You can clearly see that this girl is trying to laugh it off even though she’s uncomfortable with it, and that is not okay. If I’m a feminazi for pointing this out, then so be it, I’m not going to tolerate this shit.

This Sam Pepper controversy is good. It’s good because he’s being called out on this ridiculous and misogynistic behaviour. FUN FACT: If you ever think that you have the right to touch a stranger on ANY part of their body without their consent, you’re wrong. That’s sexual harassment, plain and simple, and it’s completely wrong.

Fuck this guy. This guy is a despicable piece of shit. I hope all of these women press charges against him.

Macro Diet, 5 weeks

Well, it’s MONDAY MORNING WEIGH IN! I stood on the scale and I lost 2.1lbs last week! 

THIS IS AWESOME! It may not be an actual reflection because last week I was sick, on and off, for a few days. I slept a lot, I didn’t exercise (just twice) but I’ll take what I can :)

I count my macros - still having a challenge of hitting all my protein and carbs. I think I eat fatty foods because I’m always over for my fat content. 

Hopefully this week I’m healthier, and stronger and can get some killer work outs in and be happy again next Monday.

I need to remember this. Even after having a very hard workout I hear that nasty, mean voice in my head telling me I’m so fat. That I’m ugly. That I’m worthless. I’m less valuable than the thinner women I see.
I wish I could find the mute button in my head.

I need to remember this. Even after having a very hard workout I hear that nasty, mean voice in my head telling me I’m so fat. That I’m ugly. That I’m worthless. I’m less valuable than the thinner women I see.
I wish I could find the mute button in my head.

Lady bosses hate me.

I’ve been working for 15 years; half my life. I’ve cleaned apartments, folded clothes, worked a cash register, made drinks, promoted events, sold cars, cleaned bed pans and now, in my current role in the medical field coordinating at a University Hospital.

I love the care team I work with; the doctors and nurses are fantastic; they include me in the process, educate me, rely on me, treat me with respect. With all the office jobs I’ve worked, regardless of the field, I’ve had a female manager. And I’ve ALWAYS bumped heads with them.

I’ve struggled with this because the same complaint comes from my female manager, “Hayley, you are too direct. Your personality is just too big.”

What the fuck does that even mean?

This has been a soul crushing experience repeated over and over again for nearly 7 years. In 7 years, I’ve worked in three different offices, under three different female managers who all say the same thing. 

Days like today, instead of going inside my head and shaming myself, I’m pissed off. I bet you not one of my male coworkers have ever been reprimanded for being too direct, for having a personality that is too big. 

My social skills are exceptional - being in sales and promotions for the majority of my adulthood. I can talk to anyone, get information, present, etc. I’m not always confident but I strive to always appear to know what I’m doing and ask questions without wondering if I sound stupid. I rarely am meek.

But if you want to give me a quick kick to the groin and knock all sense of self assurance and credibility out of me, pull me aside and tell me my personality is shit. Tell me that the other women don’t know how to open up to you because you’re too closed off. 

I didn’t explain or define my personality to the mean girls in 7th grade so I’m not going to start doing it now at 30 years old around the water cooler.

Today has been absurd and I’m struggling. I’m struggling being a woman today. I’m on the verge of tears because who I am is being attacked. Not my clothes. Not my interests. Not my values.

Who the fuck I am is being pushed down the plank and I’m being forced to save myself. I don’t want to back down. i feel like this is an opportunity to be true to self but it’s a battle that If I lose, I may lose this job. I may lose what promotions and responsibilities I’ve been working for.

Oh, being a grown woman is such a challenge.

I want to escape to a dark corner, cry my eyes out and than kill myself on an elliptical.

But it’s 11:30am… I don’t get off til 5pm.  

I wants. 

Macro Diet, Day 30/One Month!

Ok kiddies, it’s the morning of day 30 of counting macros. I started this on August 18th and I’m going to stick with it for 12 weeks.

I weighed myself a moment ago and in one month I’ve lost 6.3 pounds.

Not too shabby. I guess I was hoping to be one of those people who loses 10-15 pounds in a month. But I shouldn’t shit on this. I’m accomplishing my goal, steadily. I’m learning life long healthy eating habits.

I have 12 weeks!

Ok, now to work and looking forward to Monday’s weigh in.


Watch the whole talk here»

This guy stopped watching porn — and he wants you to know why. Gender activist Ran Gavrieli felt that most of the images he saw in porn encouraged negative, even violent, attitudes toward women, despite a recent wave of feminist porn. So he pulled the plug, and found that his personal sex life and private fantasies became much more fulfilling.

In his talk at TEDxJaffa, he advocates for physically and emotionally-safe sex, as well as erotica that shows a wider range of fulfilling sexual experiences — including the intimacy of human connection, laughter, and touch. Watch his talk here.

I’d make out with that boy. 

Remember in 1998 when Kanye West was a member of Boyz II Men?

Macro Diet, Day 28

Ok kids, its Monday which means it’s WEIGH IN MONDAY!!

Again, I lost 0.3lbs last week. This brings my (almost) one month of counting my macros,to a grand total of 4.7lbs lost. I started on 08/18/2014. I’m going to weigh myself on 09/18/14 to compare. 

I’m underwhelmed. I’m also trying not to shit on this - I need to not compete with other people, other Instagram accounts, other blogs, etc. I need to not compare my journey with someone else’s. This is truly mine. Truly about me. 

This entry sucks because I’m sick and trying to get some work done before I go home and rest. 

This is the funniest shit ever.