I think I was around 14. Not that long ago when you put it
on paper but in reality it feels like centuries ago. I was stood at the bus
stop minding my own business, just waiting to go shopping with a few friends.
With me stood a man and his son and we all awkwardly avoided eye contact and
did the usual “bus stop routine”
I’d chosen to wear a brown dress with lace tights; lace
floral tights to be exact because I liked them. I thought they looked great and
didn't have any other connotations added on to them. Of course I didn't; I was
14.
As I stood waiting for the bus I had a grand total of 6
lorry horns and 2 whistles. It was mid-morning. I was 14.
I felt so embarrassed that as soon as I got to the shops
with my friends I bought new tights and changed. I felt self-conscious all day.
I had no idea what had started.
I’ll tell you why it feels like it happened centuries ago.
It’s because I, like many other women have put up with it every single day. You
got it right ladies and gentlemen; good old fashioned street harassment.
That day I felt like I’d done something wrong; like I
shouldn't have been wearing those lace tights. Like the time I was wearing
jeans and wellies because it was snowing; a group of guys hooted and cat called
me as I was waking. “What am I doing now?” I wondered.
Everyone knows that teenagers go through stages of self-consciousness
and wondering what their identity is, but after a while I thought; it’s not
actually what I’m wearing, it’s my face.
That’s it, confidence shattered. I dyed my hair different
colours to hide the fact I wore braces for five years, I suffered with terrible
acne for years and my hair was thinning.
I hated, hated going out alone to wait for a bus or just walking on the
street and I absolutely despised walking past a group of people my own age;
specifically boys.
I was a perfectly happy, healthy young girl before this. Completely
oblivious to the various pressures that I would face in just a few years. I
finally found my own ‘style’ and realised I wasn’t this horrible, ugly beast
these immature boys had made me think. I
was just a young woman trying to find her own identity.
I thought I’d escaped it when I finally bought my own car,
yet it was only the other day I was driving along the bypass with the windows
down and someone called me a “fucking whore” just because I was driving?! That
one really baffled me.
Now when I hear a catcall or someone tells me I have a “nice
arse” or that they “wouldn't forget a pair of legs like mine” or if someone
makes a blowjob reference to me from their van, or the time I was called a
“slut” when I’d finished university for the day, or the time that I was coming
home from a lecture on feminism a taxi driver said he’d “do me just for my
legs” to his fellow taxi drivers or the countless times I've been called a slag
just for going about my daily business- I just ignore it.
I shouldn't I know, I should go right up to said man and tell him what a piece of shit he is, but frankly I just don’t have the energy. I don’t have the energy because like many other women it has happened so frequently I wouldn't even know where to start. For me it’s thankfully never reached physical contact nor have I felt that I’m in a compromising situation in terms of my safety but the sad truth is that a lot of women have.
I shouldn't I know, I should go right up to said man and tell him what a piece of shit he is, but frankly I just don’t have the energy. I don’t have the energy because like many other women it has happened so frequently I wouldn't even know where to start. For me it’s thankfully never reached physical contact nor have I felt that I’m in a compromising situation in terms of my safety but the sad truth is that a lot of women have.
It doesn't matter what I wore or what I was doing; some men
just think because you’re walking outside and you have breasts and a vagina
that you should become a victim of one of the most degrading things possible.
I’m not stereotyping all men and I know they don’t all do it.
The most mind blowing thing about street harassment is that
I posted this status about how I’d contacted a company to tell them what pieces
of shit they were hiring when they made a blow job reference to me from their
company van.
I received a lot of support but I was also told I should
“take it as a compliment” or they’re just “LADS” or “what do I expect to
happen?” –Not to be publicly harassed would be the first thing?
The worst part about these people is that they have no idea
what long term effect it has on women; the media has a huge part to play in the
way women are now perceived but to this day I worry about what I wear when I go
out and not in a “do I feel great, comfortable and nice in this?” more in a
“will I be left alone today?” way. You can sit and blame advertising for the
pressure on women, but as long as these horrible, ignorant men are around doing
what they do; this problem will not be fixed.
Sian Hodkin, 19.
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