I used to be confined to the simple values of my own.
When I heard ... was a gay, I didn’t hate him or laugh at him, but I still told this story, as a joke, to my mum, and said regretfully: what a pity.
Why should I regard it as a pity?
I have received comparatively high-quality education, but still can’t help sticking to conventional thoughts. Then, what about others? What about those whose educational level is low?
They may abuse and bully people different from themselves.
I can’t even imagine Hannah was beaten by a male adult just because her identity when she was only 17.
And she bore all the pains in her mind.
I am not a man hater. I am just afraid of them.
Do you know what should be the target of our jokes at the moment?
Our obsession with reputation.
We are obsessed. We think reputation is more important than anything else, including humanity.
And do you know who takes the mantle of this myopic adulation of reputation?
Celebrities. And comedians are not immune.
They are all cut from the same cloth.
These men are not exceptions, they are the rules.
And they are not individuals,they are our stories.
And the moral of our story is, “we don’t give a shit. We don’t give a fuck...about women or children. We only care about a man’s reputation.”
What about their humanity?
These men control our stories!
And yet they have a diminishing connection to their own humanity, and we don’t seem to mind so long as they get to hold onto their precious reputation.
(She confessed that she was beaten by that man)
I didn’t go to the hospital. And do you know why I didn’t?
It’s because I thought that was all I was worth.
And that is what happens when you soak one child in shame and give permission to one another to hate. And that was not homophobia, pure and simple, people. That was gendered. （性别歧视）
If I’d been feminine, that would not have happened.
I am incorrectly female.
I am incorrect, and that is a punishable offense.
Tell me why that was okay?
Why was it okay to pick me off the pack like that and do that to me?
Diversity is strength.
Do you know why we have the sunflowers?
It’s not because Vincent Van Gogh suffered.
It’s because Vincent Van Gogh had a brother who loved him.
Through all the pain, he had a tether, a connection to the world.
And that is the focus of the story we need.