One time in high school a teacher saw my bra strap slip out of my shirt sleeve (because I have no shoulders) and she told me in front of the class that if I didn’t fix it permanently so that she and the boys couldn’t see it she would send me home for the day. So I reached up my shirt and unclasped my bra and removed it and shoved it in my gym bag. All the boys just stared at me and nodded slowly and went back to reading, and the teacher was horrified. “You can’t do that! Put it back!” “But you said you didn’t want to see it. Now you can’t see it.” She didn’t write me up, and it never came up again.
My favorite part is that the boys didn’t even give a shit, the teacher was the one freaking out.
LET ME STRESS THIS SO MUCH THE SILENT MAJORITY OF THIS GENERATION AREN’T ASSHOLES
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