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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I am a solicitor who has owned and run my own business. I continue to manage various business interests, some jointly with my husband, although it is me who does absolutely all of the administration. Because we are joint owners of property, my husband’s name is included on various documents, although it is always me who deals with the correspondence and who is stated to be the first/main contact. Despite this, I get correspondence and documents through usually with my husband’s name first and sometimes, as with an insurance policy today, addressed solely to him and with him as the policyholder. Even where we are addressed jointly, his name almost always appears first.


Landlord came by this afternoon to fix a problem with our plumbing – the pump isn’t working, so there’s no hot water. The landlord then marches me in to the kitchen and demands I explain exactly what the problem is, all the while interrupting me and shaking his finger at me, saying ‘no, you’re dead wrong, you’re dead wrong, that’s not happening, I’m getting mixed messages from you, you’re not explaining this, I’m going to tell you right now how this works’. After calmly explaining the problem to him again and again over the span of forty-five minutes (!), he shakes his head at me and starts saying ‘now now, I can see you’re getting very upset, very emotional, you need to calm down’ – even though I’m literally just standing there, calmly answering his rude questioning. Finally, he tries to turn on the tap himself and says ‘oh, it’s the pump, then…’ – which is what I said to him from the start. This happens every single time with him. Always so nice and helpful when he’s talking to my boyfriend, though. I get this a lot from older men – talking to me as if I were a toddler just about to throw a tantrum. I’m 32 years old and hold a doctorate.


I was trying to ‘Shazam’ a song that was playing in the office and a colleague was talking to me in a loud voice. I turned to him and asked him to shush so I could identify the song that was playing on the radio.
He looked shocked and responded with ‘well that’s the reason no one has put a ring on it’
I am still angry about that today. The assumption that because I can speak up for myself and I’m not afraid to challenge a man, no one has wanted to marry me. I’m even more angry with myself for not responding with something extremely witty and condescending!!!


So I was watching the news with my mum and Theresa may comes on and she is doing a speech about globalisation. She is wearing a nice dress which she looks great in. Said dress is completely shoulderless. I couldn’t help but get annoyed when the first thing my mum mentioned when the prime minister was delivering her speech was how good her arms looked?? This is the prime. Minister. Who cares about her arms? If it were a man my mum wouldn’t have mentioned how nice his arms were. Why is it that because it’s a woman she suddenly started analysing her appearance and completely ignored the entire speech? Rant over.


I was trying on a cardigan in M&S this evening. Stood in front of a mirror in the shop, I took off my coat and jumper. I had a sleeveless top on underneath. An old man said hello to me and I said hi back he then stopped and continued to stare at me. I wanted to cover my shoulders back up because I felt really uncomfortable with him looking at me. I hadn’t got the buttons of the cardigan undone yet so I couldn’t get it on quickly enough. He said “it’s all old lady’s where I live. We don’t get any young things like you”. He then walked away and another man walked past openly staring at me as he did so.
I felt so uncomfortable and powerless in the space. I was wearing a top that I’d happily wear with nothing over the top when the weathers warmer but I felt so over exposed because it was fewer layers than I’d been wearing all day.
It’s an act of sexism that on most days I brush off but today it really upset me. I don’t think I deserve to be sexualised while doing a bit of shopping.


A classmate at my school grabbed my butt, and when I confronted him saying he couldn’t do that he answered “don’t tell me what to do. I can do what I want.” Not one person stood up for me


I used to do a lot of long distance running near an old house I used to rent. Everyday that I went for a run, I would have at least one car being driven by a man honk their horn at me, or yell out their window at me. I wasn’t running on the road, but on the footpath for pedestrians. I felt huge amounts of shame for trying to exercise and stay fit. It’s not fair that this becomes a normal part of a woman’s life, that just because she may be attractive, because she may be fit, or running in leggings or shorts, or because she is a woman, that it is acceptable for men to jeer and harass them.


I’m about to send the following message to guy friend of mine following a statement I made that he did not seem to grasp. I equated daily life as a women to being like an unexpected ‘slap in the face’ sighting examples such as running and men slowing down and driving too close…the threat associated with it. I equated Trump’s presidential election to ‘being hit in the face with a bus’ based on what it condones – maybe it will help if he know about this project:

Hi, I love that you don’t want me to walk around ‘being slapped in the face’, rather ‘like in a cuddle’. I know your a good one – but as a man in my life it is important to me that you understand the type of behaviour that something like Trump’s election condones. Please take a look at the everyday sexism project:


I was in a public bus around 12 pm, it was very crowded and I was standing, waiting for getting off. Suddenly I realized that a men in front of me, back turned, had put his hand under my skirt. I was wearing thick socks, so I didn’t realize it immediately. I just kept his arm far from me, in a way he understood for sure, but he didn’t turn to see what was happening, so now I’m sure he knew he was doing something disgusting. I could not react in that moment because I felt I was not sure at all he was doing it, I realize it when I collected all information once I was out of the bus.