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me and a group of girls in my class were on a trip a few days ago for GCSE Product Design and Engineering when a male teacher from another school asks my teacher if ‘ this is really the place for nice young ladies?’. my teacher responds ‘they’re all making a* so yes, this is their place.’ The teacher walks off muttering and later some boys from the same school tried to shove us out of a line for an exhibit and in our refusal, grabbed me by the ass and my friend by her breasts. We complained and the teacher of the school said that ‘it’s what we get for being females in this environment’. ew.


I’ve had such stories for as long as I can remember. When I was 10, I was shamed for wearing a tank-top that made me “look like a stripper,” by one of my male friends of the time. When I started to look older, I was made fun of by strangers for having “fake tits”. I was 15. By my 18 years of age, the number of men who had insulted my appearance and women who had shamed me was perturbing. Sadly, I feel these encounters greatly influenced the person I am now, as they kept me from growing up happily, as I felt and was from a very young age sexualised.


My philosophy teacher told us not to get married because, you know, by those times, there are vacuum cleaner and dishwasher so there’s no need to bear a woman for 20 years. Sure.


-I was walking past a group of guys and my boyfriend asked me how much a concert ticket was for the following week and after I had said ‘£20’ I could immediately hear these boys yelling ‘is that how much you pay her?’ And similar questions/statements. I was was then told that being called a prostitute and a slut was a way of expressing how I was pretty enough and that I was out of my boyfriend’s league.
– Being told that ‘underage sexual assault towards a female’ doesn’t count because it wasn’t rape but when I said ‘well what if it was the other way round?’ they said ‘well that’s different’


I started noticing that my boss liked to touch my back slightly or call my sexy or sex pot a lot whilst at work. He laughed whilst he said it which made me feel like i was stupid for finding it annoying. I knew in my head it wasn’t right. He even told my mum who i worked with how much he thought i was gorgeous. That made me feel gross, seeing as he has a wife and two kids.
Anyway he left and two years late i found a message from him on twitter asking me how i was and what i was up to. Needless to say i didn’t reply.


the dress code tells woman that sexualization of her outfit is her problem, not the people sexualizing her.


I was in my maths class today and the boy in front of me suddenly turned around to ask the boy next to me, “Who would you rather f**k, her or her?” This inappropriate, sexualised and irrelevant question came out of blue, when we were doing algebraic substitution, and has left a bitter taste in my mouth for the rest of the day.


Helping out at a school alumni evening which involved selling raffle tickets to tables of guests. I offered £1 for a ticket, £5 for a strip which was invariably met by calls for me to ‘take off my clothes!’

My school used to be primarily male dominated, so the tables were filled with elderly men. I was 17.

Of course, I laughed it off and changed my vocab, adding a strip OF RAFFLE TICKETS to the end.

When one of the men asked about my plans after leaving school, I explained that I wanted to go to university to study politics and described the interview process some of the courses required. He wished me luck and I thanked him and left.

My male counterpart was also doing the rounds, selling tickets to different tables. He later told me that the man who wished me luck later said to him ‘she stands a good chance of going to university if she wears a shorter dress to the interviews’.


Walked into a restaurant and there was a table of 10 business men (who I didn’t know) at the table closest to the door. One of the men ask me “are you the stripper I ordered?” This happened at lunchtime and (not that it should matter) I was wearing jeans, flat boots and a scarf up to my chin.


I was lying in bed and heard my female apartment mates talking outside my room about consent and rape, when one of them said “I’m just saying that if a fat girl claims she was raped and the guy says that it was consensual, I’d side with the guy, because who would want to rape a fat girl?”