Dear Gentlemen

Dear Gentleman,

Being back at Notre Dame this weekend was amazing. I saw so many friends and had so much fun tailgating. We got to our seats, so very far away from the field. And I sat down. Next to you.

Trying to be friendly to fellow Notre Dame fans, at half time I made conversation with you. And I told you about my blog. Partly because you seemed like nice people, partly because I want people to read what I have to say. You asked me the name of it and I was happy to give it to you. I enjoy having a public forum, I’m aware that strangers can read what I post on here. I’m careful about what I say for that very reason.

I was flattered that you were willing to at least take the time to check it out. And thanks to modern technology you were immediately able to navigate to my blog page.

Not more than 5 minutes later you get my attention to show me an image, ripped from my About page that, again thanks to modern technology, you were able to edit is a sexually graphic manner. I was appalled, and as I was recoiling in mild horror, you sniggered to your selves. You sneered and told me that anyone could access what I post on the internet. Thanks for the newsflash, no one has ever told me that before. And maybe I should vet my readers.

You threatened to post this image on Google.

You fundamentally violated my dignity and disrespected me. It was entirely unnecessary to edit my photo in that manner.

You made me consider taking down my blog. But I decided otherwise. Even if its silly, this blog is important to be me and will remain intact.

You made me realize again, that no matter how intelligent, or well spoken, or dignified I feel in the eyes of some I can be so easily reduced to a sexual object.

And I’m not OK with that.

Sincerely,
Marge