So, I'm one of those people that doesn't tend to like protests. I especially hate them when they're outside my window being all revolutionary while I'm trying to write papers and not fail out of college, but that's only an occasional thing. Usually, my reasoning behind not liking them is that I don't always feel like they accomplish anything. Like, a bunch of people could get together and yell at passers by about a problem had never seemed like the most intelligent or effective way to actually solve the problem.
Look at Brother Dean for example. He can yell at people all day long, day in and day about about how they're going to hell because they're midriff is showing and they thought about sex during a math test or something and everyone for the most part, still hates him and a lot of people kind of hate the religion he's standing for because of that. Which is silly because most Christians are nothing like Brother Dean and he probably wouldn't get his point across by any other method either because his message is horrible. I'm getting off subject.
Of course, as the universe usually likes to do, I was proven wrong about protest today when the Take Back the Night walkers passed by outside my window, because what they were doing was beautiful. Like, there was something incredible about a bunch of people chanting about not being silenced and consent and how awful rape culture is. That is how you protest. By taking the issue and making the protest into a sort of resolution. Rape silences, and these people said no to that silence, and it was magical.
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