A man spat at me today because I ignored him when he leered ‘hello’ to my boobs. And when I was too shocked to respond, he just laughed in my face.
This was on the steps at a train station, and when I got down to the platform, two other men looked me up and down and then winked at me. Several times. When I shifted the green bags on my shoulders to cover my front so there was NOTHING they could see, they moved their gaze down to my crotch. I went and hid behind some other people.
I felt threatened.
I was on a platform with about 30 other people, at 10.30 in the fucking morning, and I felt unsafe.
I was worried that they’d follow me onto the train.
And I was shaken by the cunt who spat at me. What on earth would he have done if I’d given him an earful? And what if he saw me on the platform and followed me onto the train?
I started thinking that I should go past my station to the next one, because I’ve seen more guards at that station and I can probably get one to stand with me while I get a cab back to my suburb, to make it harder for them to follow me home. Unless they get in a cab and say, “follow that cab”. If you know me in real life, you’ll know that I’m not a particularly cautious or anxious person. And if you ask around your female friends, most of them will have stories like this.
I was glad that I was wearing my sunnies because my eyes filled with tears. Stupid tears.
It made me think of Dan Nolan’s I am not a uterus scientist:
Frankly, most men simply don’t understand what it is like to feel threatened walking home alone at night. What it’s like to wonder if the person behind you is on their way home or wants to do something unspeakable to you.
If you’re a man, when’s the last time someone bigger than you stopped you in the street to comment on your clothing or your body parts? Or stared at your crotch in a creepy way that made you think they might attack you? Or told you to smile for them? I’m guessing probably never.
But maybe I’m being too harsh on these three men at the train station. Maybe they’re too stupid to know that they’re dickheads. It happens. So, here’s an easy list to help you know if you’re a dickhead. You can print it out and put it in your wallet, in case you need to refer to it when you’re not sure if you’re being a dickhead:
1. If you’re out in public and you tell a woman to “smile”, because you think that women are there to perform for you/do what you say, you’re a dickhead.
2. If you comment on a woman’s body when she is out in public, you’re a dickhead.
3. If you don’t pull your mate up when he does these things, you’re a dickhead too.
4. And if you spit at a woman because she doesn’t respond when you’re being a creep, if I see you again I’ll take a photo of you and post it here and the whole internet will know what a pathetic piece of shit you are.