The Everyday Sexism Project exists to catalogue instances of sexism experienced on a day to day basis. They might be serious or minor, outrageously offensive or so niggling and normalised that you don’t even feel able to protest. Say as much or as little as you like, use your real name or a pseudonym – it’s up to you. By sharing your story you’re showing the world that sexism does exist, it is faced by women everyday and it is a valid problem to discuss.

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Jennifer ward

‘Cat calling should be a compliment’ i dont class being recorded walking, with comments being said about my body and then having it sent to throug Facebook a compliment.

Sophie

I work in a charity shop (same as a thrift shop I think) and one of the things we sell is books, which is fine because reading is good. The only problem is that we sort the books into male, female, and children. That in itself is strange but what really bothers me is that female books are romance novels (and tagged as such on the system) and male novels are everything else that isn’t a children’s book. Ots such a small thing but I can’t help feeling annoyed about it because I’m a female who doesn’t like romance. To make things worse, my supervisor (the one who calls them women’s and men’s books) is a female so if I said anything would think I was over reacting. Am I over reacting?

anon1

Used to work in a cafe and did the same job as some of the guys that worked there. My boss would always give me the easiest tasks, believing that women aren’t ‘strong’ enough to carry certain things, serve certain people etc. Didn’t learn any skills while working there.

Anon

On a night out, I went to the bathroom and thinking the man walking out was just holding the door open for me, I walked in. Instead of walking out he walked back in and started unzipping his jeans, asking/telling me to give him head. Fortunately I could leave the room because he was too drunk to forcefully keep me there. I was too scared of doing anything about it because he was with a group of 5 intimidating men.

Erin

Not being allowed to carry a suitcase by an eighty-two-year-old man even though I’m far more able-bodied than he is. He’s on a CANE, and I’m in my twenties.

Being constantly interrupted when I’m making a perfectly valid point by the same man, presumably because a young woman, even one with a university education, shouldn’t have opinions, much less ones that make him THINK about somebody besides himself.

This man is related to me. I am not proud to claim him as a blood relation. He’s had more than eighty years to become a different kind of man, but he hasn’t.

Brittney

I live in a small town where everyone knows everyone, as a result I don’t have to worry about cat calling, whistling, etc. Anyway, this experienced occjred when I was 12. I was walking home alone past a less populated area, just a couple buildings. A few teenage boys biked by, I knew all three, they were 15, 16, went to my school and bullied me.

One of the boys, I’ll call him Joe, laughed and said ‘Hey Brittney! Mark’s gonna rape you!’ Mark was one of the other teens. I froze, I knew they wouldn’t do it, but it still terrified me, they rode of and I just went blank, it played through my head, I held back tears and almost had a panic attack. I told my school, they boys didn’t even get detention, their parents didn’t even ground them.

The only person that didn’t brush it off as nothing was my grandma, who was pissed off at the boys.

These boys, these 15 year olds who SHOULD know better made a rape threat against a 12 year old girl and saw it as a funny fucking joke.

It’s assholes like them that are why I’m borderline Agoraphobic

Mary

Everyday people (including women) referring to a group of people of both genders as “guys.” Could you imagine the offense if we said “gals”? Irritating.

Erin

Feeling as though everything I say is an imposition and that it must be accompanied by “Sorry,” particularly when contributing ideas in the workplace.

How did I get to be this way??? This is not the kind of woman I want to be.

Jen

On the tube home today four drunk boys in their 20s got into my carriage. They were drunk having just come from the rugby and were drinking out of jugs of beer. They were loud and obnoxious and kept farting or doing stupid stunts for kicks.

One sat next to me. I was feeling pretty low having had some bad news and just wanted to be left alone. I had my headphones in. He kept leaning over to see what I was reading or what was on my phone. He would make eyes at his friends suggesting something – God knows what – about me.

I just wanted to crawl away and hide and the whole time kept worrying he’d actually address me. I felt such a relief when they got off the train. It was like being locked in a cage with four unpredictable animals.

MJR

I went to Italy for a few days with my 14 year old daughter. She was taken aback at the way men of all ages were checking her out. Just looking her up and down. Unabashed. After a while she decided to look back, which she did. Turning quite deliberately and looking them in the eye. It seemed to do the trick, but why should she have to deal with being sexualised like that as a consequence of just being out and about?