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At the car dealership I was asked to look at something that would make the cost of the work done to my car less expensive. It was some sort of consultation. I told the man working behind the desk that I did not want the consultation. He handed me a sheet of paper and replied with, “at least take this and let your husband look over it for you” Nothing I said before had alluded to me having a husband. I don’t have a husband. I’m a single mom of two kids. And yet he made an assumption, first, that I couldn’t do the work that involved MY car, and second that I had a husband to do this “manly” work for me. He wouldn’t have asked a man to get the opinion of his wife, but he assumed I was incapable and that I misunderstood because he thought I was inexperienced in this field merely because I’m a woman.


I travel on the same bus everyday one to school and one back. I am a 15 year old girl i was on my way home from school in school uniform an old man around 50-60 decided to sit next to me on the bus even though there were seats available. As i am quite skinny he decided to invade all of my personal space taking 3/4 of the 2 seats and his leg was rubbing against mine at no point did he think this was no appropriate and continued to spread his legs wider leaving me hardly any space to sit. I wanted to cry and had to endure this for 20 mins feeling too afraid to ask him to move. He finally got off the bus one stop before mine and now everytime i use the bus I always sit and put my bag in the seat next to me so no one can sit by me.


To get home from school i must always walk past a park and through a subway. This man decided to walk towards me making obscene gestures. When i was speeding up and almost running he stood laughing at me and shouting ‘i like little girls’. I’m 16 but have an extreme baby face but this doesn’t stop the men as they then see my breasts.


Im going to be a freshman in college yhis fall. A guy I don’t know who looked yo be around 35 years old sent me a picture of himself in nothing but his boxers on social media so I blocked him, but it was very weird.


I was 17 walking home from school. It was sunny and warm and i was sweating and tired. I was in my uniform, a too-long skirt and jumper with a bag that weighed about a third my own weight. I was rounding the corner to my house when a group of around 8-10 boys walked passed and started making very uncomfortable comments about my body and what they wanted to do to me. I kept my head down, my face was red and I was mortified, but the thing that brought the most shame was that these boys were really young. One to me looked to be about 10 or 11 and was loudly making extremely suggestive comments. It’s really embarrassing and uncomfortable to feel fear and shame at what kids younger than you are threatening you with and I ran home and took an hour long shower to try and forget. But that was 3 years ago and unfortunately only one of an uncountable amount of times something like this has happened.


My ex-partner and me have bought a house which he left after 6 weeks. I’m still in the house trying to manage an overgrown garden and recently built a small trellis to support a passionflower. It’s a shared fence with a neighbouring property and I made sure that there would be no damage to the fence. The neighbour (a man in his 40s) came across blaming me for ruining his fence. When I told him to leave as he was very rude, he said to me “No wonder you live on your own, you’re bit thick” (I’m 37). I’m sure that he wouldn’t dare saying something like this to a man!


My car door was creaking. On inspection, I realised a nut needed tightening. As the car also required an oil change, I called in to a local garage. I asked the mechanic if he would tighten up the nut. I would have done it myself, if I’d had the correct tool. He told me, without looking at it, that I need a new hinge. When I insisted, he finally tightened the nut. I asked him about an oil change and he told me to talk to his boss. I asked the boss, who then asked the mechanic whether my car was petrol or diesel. I was standing right in front of him! I got into the car and drove off.

Change needed

A “male rape victim’s” ordeal has been on the front page of two mainstream online newspapers for three days now.

The vast majority of rapes are committed against women, thousands every day, but they don’t even make the news at all, they rarely even get prosecuted, yet it happens once in a blue moon to a man and it’s worth three days coverage?

I’m truly sorry for the man but why do the papers think it’s only important or shocking when it happens to men?
They literally never mention it about women.
The media is worse than the BBC for sexism.