I look at the calendar and acknowledge that it is the year 2015. I am constantly reminding myself of that. Not because I fail to remember, but because I have devised expectations based on that fact. I have expectations that I feel society should be meeting. Expectations in regards to not having to worry about walking on the street. I expect not to hear catcalls. I expect that I should not be experiencing the disrespectful and often times frightening manner in which some men treat me. On the train, I should not be experiencing lewd stares, sexual comments, comments about my body, the heads turning to see my backside, or at times being followed. When I walk onto the train station, I should not have to avoid making eye contact. I should not have to be constantly searching for police officers or for security guards. I should not feel afraid on the train. I should be able to get up in the morning without having to worry about what I will wear, if it is too revealing or if it will bring unwanted attention.
Perhaps I am being ambitious and my expectations are too grand or too strenuous for society. I find myself taking off my make-up as I go back home, as an attempt to prevent the comments and stares. I remove my jewelry, put my jacket on, and make sure my clothing is not revealing before departing from the train. I learned to look at the ground as I walk. When I get off the train, I make sure no one is following me, not out of paranoia, but from previous experiences. From the time a man had been staring at me on the train, and when we arrived at our destination, he followed me until I found an officer and stopped to get help. From the time a man followed me from school and when he noticed we were alone on the platform, he proceeded to try to convince me to get off on his stop. Out of fear I quickly got on the train and started a conversation with a woman I did not know. Lucky she understood and pretended she knew me as well. Once the man left, I explained to her what had occurred. We waited for the train conductor to come, so that I could report the man. The train conductor never came around to inspect that train section. I have many more stories that are more or less the same. Not all have been on the train or on the streets. I learned what a catcall is at the age of 14, when a man told me I looked like a doll and blew me a kiss, all while I was in line at the grocery store.
To those reading this and thinking that I am just another Feminize, who is complaining about what you may consider harmless flattery, I want you to know that it is not flattery. I consider it harassment. The so called flattery is an aggressive assertion of male dominance that is expressed by dehumanizing and hypersexualizing women, and I am expected to accept it as a compliment and disregard it or respond to it in a joyful fashion. I refuse. I am choosing to stand-up for, not only my rights as a human being, but for my personal safety. To be clear, there is a difference between complements and verbal sexual harassment. The crux of verbal sexual harassment, is that the attention, comments, and the lewd stares are unwanted. I feel emotionally and physically uncomfortable. There is a difference between saying “you look beautiful today’ and “hey baby, I want you in bed.” Such sexual comments are disrespectful, dehumanizing, embarrassing, invasive, disempowering, and at times very frightening. To make matters worse, verbal sexual harassment it not only occurring on the streets, but is now taking place on the internet. I frequently see sexual comments on women’s pictures or comments on their post. Post that are in no way eliciting such comments.
What frightens me the most is not knowing when a sexual comment can lead to a sexual attack. The possibility of being sexually attacked is one of the most unsettling and terrifying things that I have to contemplate. I am tired of feeling afraid. How many women need to be killed, how many women need to be raped in order for men to understand that it is intolerable for them to commit such acts. I look at the calendar and wonder when the sexual harassment will end. When?