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Posts tagged street harrassment
Although I certainly have direct experiences with street harassment, this story is a little different — but still very upsetting. Last night, an acquaintance/former classmate posted this status on Facebook: “Ladies: I honked because you’re hot, no need to flip me off.” In the few minutes between reading this and deleting this person, it had already accumulated 12 “likes”, from both men and women. Perhaps the most bewildering part of this is that the status was actually posted by a woman.
Regardless of the sex of the poster, however, such a public endorsement of street harassment is sickening to me. The worst part is that all of those people “liking” and commenting on the status about how “funny” it is most likely don’t even know that what they’re making jokes about and encouraging is a very real problem; a problem that is part of the even bigger issue of how women are seen and treated all over the world. It’s beyond sad to know we can barely walk down the street without being honked at, catcalled, or followed. It’s terrible that we’re expected to take it as a compliment. Even worse, it’s such a common part of society that many women can’t even see what’s happening. Anonymous, Stop Street Harrassment
Enough Is Enough
Last thursday, my roommate and I decided to go out for the night. We live in philadelphia so right now it’s not very warm and the walk to the bar is long, so we both wore jeans, comfortable shoes and fairly large jackets. She went over to her boyfriend’s first to go have a drink with them and all three of us met up at the corner between our houses and started walking. We reached a cross walk as we were going and a car full of boys our age pull up and start making comments. Most times, I just act as if I’m deaf, not wanting to even give these douche Bags the time of time or the satisfaction, but what one of them said finally made me snap. There was one of them, stuck out of the passenger side back seat window, who quite casually said, “Hey, How much?” Right then I flipped off the whole car and kept walking. The whole car’s response was “Oh the middle finger! I’m so hurt!” and sped off. I wish I’d gotten up in that guys face and cursed him out and smacked him. Or better yet, I wish I had kicked their fucking car, give them something to really remember. What was more shocking is that my roommate and her boyfriend had no idea that this all had happened until I told them a moment later.
I am so sick to death of having to play deaf and act as if this is a normal occurrence. I basically looked exactly how I look going to class, so why does the 12 hour difference suddenly make cat calling me okay?