In which I prove womenagainstfeminism right by complaining about every little thing that's ever happened to me (with in the last 28 hours).
Yesterday, I had a thought (I know, silly me). I thought to myself, "gee, since I've moved to New England, I haven't really had to deal with a lot of street harassment." I used to live in a really heavily working class Mexican neighborhood* where not a lot of people walked places. I used to walk to the grocery store because I had a 35-40 minute commute and it was nice to get out of the house, but, every time. Every. Single. Time. someone would honk at me, make kissy faces or slow down to ask if I needed a ride. The neighborhood I live in now is much more diverse, no single culture dominates it. Lots of people walk, so it would be kind of pointless to honk at everyone, so I really just haven't had to deal with the same kind of street harassment I was dealing with before.
However, not ten minutes after I wondered if New England was better about street harassment, I passed by a construction site and got whistled at. Then, today I had guy sit down next to me on a bus that wasn't full, introduce himself, and then ask if I had a boyfriend. No preamble, just straight to the point. He was twice my size, I was already feeling a little trapped (I was in the window seat), so I was trying to just listen to my music and read while having to deal with being squished against the window. I was in kind of a bad mood anyway and I gave this dude such a bitch look that he jumped out of the seat and relocated—so, small victories?
*this isn't a sweeping statement about Mexicans, it was just the culture of this particular neighborhood.