Posts tagged misogyny
Posts tagged misogyny
HA! Well, today is a hot day in fabulous New York, so I’m wearing a nice, professional work dress and nylons. The first thing someone says to me when I come up out of the subway on Wall Street?
“Mmm, hi sexy.”
I’ll ask again: Must my professionalism be dumbed down to nothing but my “sex appeal?”
So there ya go, fuckwits. Men don’t need you to be their personal defenders. I’ve lives here and existed long enough as a woman to know when boneheaded, sexist perverts are devaluing me.
On my way to work today a guy passes me and tries to seductively mutter “Oh, how elegant.”
Yeah. I work in an office in the fucking Financial District in NYC. Must my professionalism be dumbed down to nothing but my “sex appeal?”
This morning has got off to a great start! I protected a woman from a creeper who was making her uncomfortable with his unwanted advances.
He tried to rope me into it earlier by asking me if he was on the downtown platform, but I was brief with him and returned to reading my book without another word. Aside from the fact that a sign that said DOWNTOWN hung right above us, I caught him staring at my ass just before he asked the question, and in fact, I think the only reason he did was because I looked up at him quickly.
I heard him try to pull the same BS with this woman in running clothes out for an early jog. He kept trying to ask her about the number she was wearing (clearly was part of some event) and about her running prowess, which she was only answering halfheartedly until she’d resorted to just nodding. When he tried to dodge my dagger eyes on the platform, I stood right between them when we boarded the train. I usually try to sit down when I go in for my early-morning, 12-hour Sunday shifts because let’s face it, I’m fucking tired. But I just felt her pain way too much and held my ground, keeping an occasional glare going. She got off the train without being disturbed anymore. He tried to say bye to her and she walked off.
This also relates to Mother’s Day in a cosmic way because my abuelita and my mama used to do this when talking public transit in Mexico. Men did not fuck around with them. I’m so glad I’m finally being stronger about my beliefs and not letting people intimidate me with their bullshit ego, feigned respect and huge entitlement issues. I am a woman of color and it is my job to help my fellow women out.
Sexist men of the world, be afraid!
The thing about sexist men is that apparently they’re allowed to get raging mad or bitterly annoyed when women do things a certain way because “UGH, that’s how women are and they’re stupid, why do they do this???”
But the second you’re mad that they’re doing something a certain way or suggest that men are socialized a certain way, it’s misandry.
Yet they use the defense that they are allowed to disrespect us and participate in certain behaviors because “that’s just how men are.”
TW: Sexual harassment
The guy who blackmailed me by revealing aspects of my personal life to my co-workers via a video he surreptitiously took of me (because he was mad I rejected him and was going out with someone else) and made my life a living hell—convincing my friends that he did nothing wrong and playing the victim card until he got a lighter punishment—just won a serious, prestigious student photographer award.
I’m going to be sick.
One of the things that gets me about MRAs is that they defend any irrelevant comedian’s right to make a rape joke, citing freedom of speech and insisting that it’s the “job” of a comedian to offend, mock and criticize people (even crime victims). That’s not the part that really gets me, though. What REALLY gets me is that when women, feminist or otherwise, speak up, even nicely, and say: “I understand freedom of speech, but I don’t think we should joke about rape,” the response is usually no better than: “OH MY GOD, YOU HATEFUL MISANDRIST IDIOT. YOU’RE JUST MAD BECAUSE A GUY IS SAYING THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE. STOP SILENCING US.” It gets me because all of those male rape victims they want us to believe they care SO much about never cross their minds. Not for one second. No one says, “Yes, because men get raped, too. We want people to be aware of this, and making rape jokes minimizes their pain and struggles.” Nope. Because the only interest of an MRA is finding every excuse in the world to disagree with and vilify women.
As my favorite TV chef, Alton Brown, often says, “Your patience will be rewarded.”
I honestly think that’s key. That and using polite, appropriate language for talking to someone you don’t know.
A man sat across from me on the train today. He minded his business. He didn’t leer. In fact, this being NYC, I had no clue he’d even noticed me until he was preparing to get off at his stop.
“Excuse me, I just wanted to say you’re very pretty,” he said.
And it was pleasant. I said thank you, as I sincerely appreciated the sentiment. And that was it. No pressuring me for further interaction. No staring. No approaching me in an intimidating fashion. Just a polite compliment and we were both on our way.
As for the patience thing, when a guy immediately begins woofing at me the second I cross into his view, it feels like desperation. Like an ill-tempered dog barking at the crunching of a leaf outside the gate. I mean, if you don’t give a person the chance to breathe before you jump, it comes off as intimidating and voracious.
If she’s walking past, employ the politeness method. “Excuse me” is a good start. Finish with the compliment and let her go. You know how it feels when canvassers and political types stop you while on your way to work or the store. It’s annoying. They obviously have no clue about what important things are happening in your life right now. Why do they think they can stop you and force you to talk? The same with people. If they are on the move, let them go. If they want to discuss your compliment further, they will talk to you.
Needless to say, diminutive pet names, implied sex and inviting someone to your house is not polite or safe.
If you do this patience-politeness tactic already, excellent! If you are one of those creeps on the street who cat calls at everyone, mutters at women who walk by, stares impolitely, tries to touch people, calls women ~sexy~ names and generally over exerts themselves for female attention, you are breaking the rules of smart human interaction, and you should work on that.
In fact, this method can be used by anyone trying to compliment anybody. Complimenting a stranger simply requires civil human interaction.
Tl;dr: Don’t immediately pounce on an attractive person on the street to give a compliment. Wait if you can. Make the compliment polite.
This has been a PSA
If you really believe women have enough institutional power to give any weight to intentionally ludicrous statements like “kill all men” and/or could gather enough of a following to intentionally destroy all men or overthrow every man in power to create a matriarchy where men are little more than subordinates, I suggest you spend more time reading than being on the Internet.
Hey, guys. Wanna hear a joke?
You know what I’m getting so sick of? People acting like at a certain age, feminist women join a covenant of raging harpies bent on destroying the male population. I’m over people treating feminism like it’s a space where arrogant, whiny, irrelevant, unintelligent women go to feel wanted by seeking to destroy others.
I didn’t need feminism to teach what the fuck was wrong with the world.
In fact, I didn’t realize there was still an active, loud feminist movement in this country (and worldwide) until I was 17. Society does not fucking teach feminism. Society doesn’t try to steer women and girls off the path of righteousness by encouraging feminism. People become feminists because they saw the world for its shit a long time ago. Children are not stupid, you guys. If you perpetually put young girls in unsafe environments (or claim that any environment they find themselves in is inherently unsafe for them), they will find out about feminism. And they will mobilize. So if you make it your mission to throw dirt on feminists, you’re just fueling that inner 11-year-old who got her hair pulled by boys who thought she was ugly for having small breasts or not feminine enough or too ________ for a girl.
Feminism doesn’t teach us what’s wrong with the world, though sometimes it paints a better picture. Feminism teaches us how to act on the unfairness. The need for feminism starts young, m’dears. Feminism is not enlightenment. And when people realize it has been kept secret from them all those years in required schooling, they just get madder. Feminism is what people do when they realize our society’s conception of gender is fucked and that there is something they can do about it. I didn’t declare myself a feminist because I was bored or feeling particularly unattractive one day. I am a feminist because I realized all the shit that made me angry as a kid was an actual problem with the WORLD, not just “part of growing up.”