| Anna ( @ 2007-08-31 20:19:00 |
| Current mood: | annoyed |
| Entry tags: | friday thoughts |
Friday Discussion: Not Here For Your Entertainment
I have spent the last few weeks wondering whether or not I should wear a sweater. In Australia. A really big sweater that covers as much of me as possible. And maybe a hat. With a big floppy brim.
Because wow am I ever sick of street harassment. And wow am I ever sick of feeling like I can't talk about it.
It must, I think, be something I am doing. You know, wearing my office attire when at the internet cafe, so I started wearing over-sized t-shirts, but that didn't help. Or maybe it was that I lost some weight and somehow this takes me off "shouting insults out of car windows" territory into "oogling breasts and suggesting sexual positions" territory, so maybe I should stop with the water and the eating healthy and go back to way too much cola. Maybe giving the one guy the stink eye and telling him to back off made me fall into "grab at breasts" territory, so maybe I should just not have any attitude about it.
Oh, wait, I know what I'm doing wrong! I'm existing after dark. I'm in internet cafes, walking home in the late evening, I'm being all female and womanly and stuff in public, which obviously means that I want random guys asking me to suck their cocks. Yeah, that's it.
But I don't want to talk about it, because this whole thing implies that some guy, someplace, finds me "attractive" and thus if I complain about street harassment, I'm bragging. Or they'll roll their eyes and doubt me - because hey, I'm not some hot young thing, so why would any guy start shouting at me?
[Where does this concept that such things are complements come from, anyway? I feel ill and uncomfortable, and yeah, likely no one here is going to lay a hand on me, and I'm not going to stop going out after dark or wearing whatever the heck I want to wear or purposefully trying to put on weight so I can go back to being told I'm fat instead of fuckable, but really.]
So, today's discussion question: Street harassment. Stories? Thoughts? Ways of dealing? What do you think it all means? Why do you think it happens? Guys, feel free to chime in on any of these things - I know from watching it happen that guys get cat calls too - just usually for entirely different reasons and ways, but that's just been my experience. Let's talk about this stuff.
Cuz I am *not* wearing a bloody sweater - it wouldn't matter anyway. I'd still be Walking While Female, after all.
annoyed