why even street sexual harassment is hard to get over

by lemonadeandlemoncake

Nearly a month ago, Tasha over at redvinylshoes.com pointed out that street harrassment season is here. it\’s like christmas, but for boys masquerading as men. In the post she pointed out that even this kind of harassment is traumatizing, though it isn’t rape or violent assault, and it’s disappointing that women get shamed for having a hard time. I haven’t had to deal with it much in my adult life, which I’m lucky for, but once is enough. Or twice, in my case. One of which was street harassment gone physical, but not aggressive.

For months after the incident, I had a really, really hard time trusting any men, which I had a hard time with in the first place, due to the previous, more socially-acceptable-as-traumatizing incident. Even writing this blog has got me upset, a full year later, but this stuff is important to talk about – I’m not alone here. I was in a bar (for the last one), which is where the victim blaming starts. “Why didn’t you just kick him in the balls? Game over.”

Or the classic…”Drunk guys hang out at bars. What did you expect? Go to a coffee shop next time.” While, yes, the dude deserved a good kicking, it’s not always that simple. I’m not the kind of girl who uses physical aggression, and I really shouldn’t have to just to feel safe having a drink with a few friends.

And I shouldn’t have to justify why I was having a drink at a bar with a few friends. It’s an innocent enough activity. Socializing, telling jokes, gossiping. It’s part of what people *do.* Simply being a woman shouldn’t disqualify me from hanging out at a bar with my friends. Plus, you never know when you WILL need to use physical force.

This interaction in particular started out ‘innocent’ enough. Creepy stares, which I could just ignore and talk to my friends. Then he’d walk over and stand WAY too close to me, be all awkward with not letting the conversation end, so I let him know I was already talking to someone. Then he wouldn’t let my hand go, and I started to get uncomfortable. I ended up telling him, very firmly, but not bitchy, to leave me alone, please. I appreciate the flirting (though I didn’t, but good girls always appreciate sexual attention, unwanted or not) but I was NOT INTERESTED.

He got quite offended, which I didn’t give a crap about. People later told me he was just playing with me here, but that doesn’t really make a difference to me. Unwanted sexual attention, crossed boundaries= not okay, no matter what. He let me talk to my friends for a while before coming back, significantly more drunk, leaning over my shoulder and dramatically apologizing for being such a dick. I really just wanted him to go away – no apology necessary.’

Later on, as we’d bar-hopped, he took it one step further despite my constant ‘don’t touch me’s ‘no’s and ‘go away’s and  drunkenly rubbed his crotch up against me, earning an elbow in the stomach and a screamed ‘FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE.’ This embarrassed him, yeah, and I was fucking lucky that he walked away, because he was getting scary angry. I was fuming, of course, and upset. But the self-proclaimed feminist of the group merely told me that my problem was ‘you hate men.’ Why though?

Why is it that a woman with firm boundaries ‘hates men’ and is a tight ass bitch? My boundaries may not be your ideal, but they are mine, and I’m sticking to them. I had several really good guy friends at the time, and I wouldn’t let any of them touch me, even on the hand. I wasn’t trying to be so touchy, it was just that, no matter how nice the guy is, when someone violates your space, you start doubting whether to let other people in. More to the point – this – sexual harassment – it’s not funny- it’s a BIG DEAL.

I was sitting in a church group once and one of the guys in the group remarked that some women really just needed to chill on the whole sexual harassment thing and just take a joke. Uh…no thanks. I really DON’T need to take a joke because my body is MINE. Not yours. I’m not public property to look at and touch. I’m a person.

Anywhere, especially at work, I deserve – just like you – to be treated just like any other person – not a sex object and public property just because of my breasts. It makes me shudder even more because it was a man claiming the name of Jesus who said that – a class of men who should treat women with respect above all else because they are God’s daughters and to be treated with honor. We don’t have to ‘just get over’ unwanted sexual advances. We shouldn’t bear the responsibility of making them stop either (pepper spray, self-defense classes.) I hear women saying ‘I’m not dumb enough to do that…’ in reference to unlocking their doors, walking to their car alone at night, wearing a cleavagy top, as if doing any of those things gives permission for sexual harrassment/assault to occur.

While self-defense is good because it makes you feel safer, it’s not the woman’s responsibility to stop this. Rape is the responsibility of the rapist- that’s it. That’s all. Don’t give a crap what the girl was doing to ‘deserve it.’ No one asks for it. That goes for sexual harassment, too.

And it is a big deal, it’s a big thing. Don’t minimize it. What, are we just supposed to accept that we have breasts and asses for the purpose of immature men to ogle at and touch without asking? Is that supposed to be something that’s just ‘okay’ with us because ‘that’s the way it is’? Fuck no. I’m not asking the moon and stars here.

Treat womens’ bodies with respect- that means respecting boundaries and backing off when uncomfortable, and not shouting and whistling at women from cars. Men of God, this especially goes for you. There is NO excuse, ever, for sexual harassment or rape, but you are held to a higher standard in how you treat women and you are NOT to take part in rape culture.  If you come across someone who’s upset because of sexual harassment she endured, don’t minimize it, please, and respect her need for space until she feels safe again. It’s not fun, having those boundaries crossed. And it matters- a lot.