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Stop teaching women how to not be raped

"You're a grown up girl. So no need to hang out with boys anymore."

"You're a girl. Stop whistling."

"You should wear a shawl while going out."

"No need to go through that way. There are many boys standing around. "

The tips to become a ' perfect woman ' goes on.... Nowadays, its a bit modified ; tips to be a perfect woman to tips for self - defense ! Awareness classes 'only for girls' in schools and colleges; discussions like 'the anytime expectable attacks from the evil eyes' and 'fake promises from men' goes on in these classes. ' What should a girl do to escape from all these traps set by the male society ? '


But why does the awareness classes exist just for the females ? Does it really make any sense to teach women that a particular section of the society is ready to exploit them anytime and they should find the ways to escape themselves ?! 

The most amusing thing in this is, none of theses classes have a single male participant ! No one in this society teaches a boy that every girl/ woman is a social creature like him and what she has is a human body just like him.


They don't teach a boy that there is nothing to obscene in a girl. They say that a dignified woman won't travel alone at night. Why don't they say that a man with dignity won't even look at a woman with any bad intensions ?!

I know ; all my questions are irrelevant in this society where they say, " You can't do it, you are not like him, he is a man" ! But though.....

Every parents who teach their daughters about the etiquettes and discipline, should also teach their sons to respect women. It should be taught since the childhood that, other women are also like his mother and they should be respected equally.


Should teach them that they too have the same human body and there is nothing to obliscene in it. They don't stand less than them in anything and yes, they are our companions in this society who deserve respect and all other supports.

Yes, its time to teach men not to rape instead of teaching women not to be raped.



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Thanking You :)







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