FEMININE RAGE: THE ART OF SENSITIVITY.

Feminine rage: a feeling of anger women experience, in response to the oppression, injustice and other struggles that women have been subjected to. So far this year, I have had several experiences that have resulted in me feeling high levels of feminine rage. Firstly, it always has and will continue to baffle me how men feel the need to tell me what I can and cannot do. Dictating the choices I make, what I wear, how successful I am or what I should and shouldn’t say on MY blog. Hehe. Funny. What brings me the most joy is when I prove them wrong. FUFFILLING. I got followed in town last week by a man. I had my headphones in, music up high, minding my own fucking business when he started walking beside me for a while. I kept ignoring him until he tapped me. I took out my air pod, gave him the biggest death stare and simply said “what?” He proceeded to tell me I was beautiful and confident to which I responded with “I know, anything else?” I told him I was meeting my friend at any minute to which he kept walking next to me. Take the fucking hint. The problem is, all you want to do is scream in their face leave me the fuck alone but you’re always thinking what could happen if I did? It makes me so angry. Feminine rage baby. I ended up taking a de-tour into Victoria’s Secret and alas he didn’t follow me in. I was in my own bubble, taking time to myself, he could see that and yet proceeded to invade my space.

Feminine rage is being talked about widely in society today, which is great. Women standing up for themselves, expressing their anger, calling out shitty behaviour. However, men seem to think that be women calling it out that makes us “over dramatic.” We must be too sensitive these days; they were only trying to be nice. Yes, thank you so much for following me around and not leaving me alone when you can see I’m uncomfortable. That is some great validation baby. Calling it out does mean we are “over-reacting” or “too sensitive” NO, it means you’re a slimy little man who has nothing better to do with his time that follow girls around who are half your age. Okay? Get a job and leave me alone.

I easily could have let it ruin my day. I was angry. But then I remembered, I was on the way to London to work on a project which will be the biggest move of my career to date so then I simply thought…yeah fuck you xox

Keep girlbossing baby. Don’t EVER let a man dictate your happiness and success. Your worthiness of having a great fucking day. Your right to strut down the street, music blaring in your ears, feeling like a badass bitch. You are in control of that. Don’t forget it.

I want to say thank you to all of you. This past week I have received the kindest messages about the new site. This new era. I am so excited. It really does mean the world to me. I have grown so much with the blog in so many ways which has been so cool to see. I’m so proud of what it has become. Let’s keep moving babyyyy.

I hope you’re all having the best week. This ice has been one hell of a curveball haha. The sun will be shining soon! We’ve got this.

Big love ALWAYS,

Lucy Xxx