I have been saved from wanting to be sexy, thanks to random men in San Francisco. While attending a conference (read: dressed professionally but definitely not sexily), I was cat-called or commented upon three times in the same day-- once by a homeless man. What is up with that? What on Earth gives these men the right to comment upon me in such
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. . .and I'm left wondering, how the hell else does one take such comments?
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I cannot change their behavior, I can only change my own. Thus, if I do not want to be verbally harassed walking down the street then I have to look non-attractive (but also non-fat, non-pimply, or in any way different from the "norm"). WTF?
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I think the physical danger part of it often gets missed. Part of what makes street harassment so exhausting to deal with is that your options are almost never "just ignore it" or "confront the dude". Confronting is a nice catharsis, but holy crap is it unsafe. And just ignoring it is not really an option either, because there's a nonzero chance that the dude will escalate the situation all on his own. So what looks like "me walking along and ignoring a catcall" is actually much more complex, because I'm a) trying to gauge whether the catcalling will escalate to much more graphic harassment and/or physical harm, b) looking for an escape route, and c) trying to memorize details about the catcaller to give the police later without looking like I'm staring, which can escalate things as well.
That is exhausting, y'all. And this is not an isolated incident; this can happen multiple times while walking a relatively short distance (frex, it happened to me twice while walking three blocks to a bus stop this evening ( ... )
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