We are the subjects of the sentence. Not the objects.
We’re not here for you, as the subject to act upon.
We’re surrounded by a commercialism culture that tells us we’re here for other people’s judgement and opinion. And when we’re not acceptable objects, we’re broken so much we can’t conceive the idea of being the subject.
Because all of us are more than just a body part that a stranger notices. And when I say all, I mean all. Sure, women are more objectified than men, because of our inherently misogynistic culture, but men are objectified too.
And we’re subliminally carrying this belief of objectification into our life. If we think of that girl we barely know as nothing more than her appearance, we’re going to convince ourselves that she IS nothing more than her appearance. And then it doesn’t matter if we laugh at her appearance, because a piece of furniture isn’t offended if you smirk at it’s asymmetry. Stop rating people on their face, and telling people to wear makeup so they look better, and judging peoples’s bodies, and acknowledge them as people. With hopes. With dreams. With opinions. With rights. With a personality.
We’ve made it the woman’s responsibility to make sure she dresses right in the morning. Why haven’t we made it the man’s responsibility to make sure he treats her with respect?
Why are people reducing themselves to helpless objects succumbing to their body’s control? You can control your eyes. They’re not forcing you to look at them because of what they’re wearing. You’re looking at them. And unless you’re looking at them with recognition of their humanity, stop looking at them.
Stop asking what the person was wearing when they got raped. Start asking why we haven’t taught enough people why rape is innately wrong.