
Reading this story on #buzzfeed news about #eurydicedixon who was murdered and raped while walking home after her set at a comedy club in Australia. There are many things that are tragic and yet common about this story, right? One of those common things is how women always text each other “home safe” to let someone know that they “made it.”
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From point A to Point B alive.
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So true, right?
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Then I got to thinking about that phrase, “Home safe.” I’ve said it a million times—to my mom, concerned friends, etc—but what I really mean is, “Home safER.” *
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Presumably, I’m safer inside than outside, but I still lock my doors and set up my little “kick bar” (yeah, I have that.) I still sleep with a fully-charged phone within arms reach and mace also nearby. I still wake up at the tiniest noise. So, yeah, I’m home and it’s safer but even home doesn’t feel “safe” all the time. *
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And I’m thinking this is not a me thing, this is just all part of this messed up world we live in where we, as women, know the stats for rape. We count our friends like, “you have; not you; not yet me; yes, you.” And it’s really f’d up. And sad. *
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So to my ladies, I hope you’re home safER tonight. But mostly, I just want us all to be safe. Period. Always.
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RIP Eurydice Dixon. You deserved so much better.