Must Watch Video Of A Nice Guy Explaining How Normal It Has Become To Disrespect & Objectify Women

First off, this post almost exactly captures my own transition from the Bay Area to L.A. From my “cozy, little life in Northern California” to “soul-sucking traffic, feeling like you aren’t nearly thin/tan/beautiful/not-human enough, and endless conversations about which juice cleanse is the best”. And also how for two years I was constantly “muttering about how I missed the cold, NPR with my mom, and people who honked to say hello and not crush my spirit.” Having my own experience understood so well by another person is incredibly validating, so that’s reason #1 that I’m re-blogging this.

Number 2 is a little vain. I know the guy in the video at the end! We both attended UCLA, and I actually ended up at a Giants game with him by happenstance. I also bring this up–not just to brag about my proximity to internet celebrity–but to highlight that this guy is just a regular guy. I think I frequently forget that the people’s whose opinions and stories I encounter online, I forget that those people are real people. They aren’t actors in some movie called Life. They are people who went to school, who have friends, who live lives, and who on occasion go to baseball games with near-strangers. I like knowing this people are real people, too.

Thought Catalog

Last year, I packed up my entire cozy, little life in Northern California and moved to the city where all your dreams come true (if your dreams include soul-sucking traffic, feeling like you aren’t nearly thin/tan/beautiful/not-human enough, and endless conversations about which juice cleanse is the best): Los Angeles. Okay, it’s actually not THAT bad, but that article is for another time and another place (lamest cliff-hanger in the history of ever. You don’t care. Please care. Love me!).

Change of any kind tends to send my routine driven brain into total panic and I seek shelter in the two things that have always been a constant in my life: my bed and all 10 seasons of Friends.  However, one of the first friends (actual friend, sorry Ross, Rachel, Phoebe, Joey, Chandler, Monica…) I made in Lalaland, and now I’m lucky enough to call her my roommate, refused to let…

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