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I became our robotic’s team co-captain earlier this summer. One of the boys in our team is extremely sexist, so when I got into a leadership role through hard work and commitment and he did not, he keyed my car. I can’t prove anything since I don’t have a recording, but he left early in anger and was one of the few people in the parking lot. I know that big scratch down the side of my car was meant to intimidate me, but it only makes me more determined. Whenever he tries to stare me down, I always win. I’m not a quitter.
He should know better. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
When I was 13, a boy groped my breasts on the school bus while all his friends were watching. They all followed me around at lunch asking for their turn. I told a teacher and they told me “boys will be boys.” The only reason it stopped was because they graduated high school. they were all 17 at the time.
I was walking in the city and I was wearing some tight dress pants as I had a music competition and a guy started to walk really close behind me and wouldn’t go away even when I turned around and gave him a ‘don’t mess with me’ look, but he still persisted in walking extremely close until I got to my destenation. I’m 14.
I never really go to school dances, but the one time i tried it was a few months ago. i will never go again.
i got dressed up as i assumed i should and felt really good about myself. i got there, met up with friends and had a great time. halfway through, we took a trip to the bathroom together (as we do), and i realized that all my friends wore shorts under their dresses. i didn’t think i needed to, because i don’t go to these kinds of events and don’t know. when i brought it up, they all looked at me as if i was crazy for not assuming i needed them. turns out i did, as i was assaulted by a kid about half an hour later. he reached under my dress, pulled at my underwear and snapped them, like someone would snap a bra strap. he laughed and tried to do it again, but i got away and got myself lost in the crowd of people. nobody saw it happen, and when i told my friends, they said, and i will never forget it, “that’s what happens when you don’t take plan and take precautions”. WHY ON EARTH IS THAT A PRECAUTION I NEEDED TO TAKE?
TLDR;; I didn’t know i needed to wear shorts under dresses at school events, and got assaulted by some kid. friends said it was my fault for not planning that it would happen.
When I was young, probably about 11 or 12, I decided I wanted to sunbath. I put on my new swimsuit, my first bikini, and went out onto our front lawn because it had the most sunlight at the time. Maybe fifteen minutes my mother rushed out to bring me inside, clearly more than a little freaked out. When I asked why she told me I should be more modest. Later I found out she caught a man across the street staring at me.
I was in my second year of high school (I’d be about 15). The spring semester was ending and so it was getting very hot outside, so I dressed for the weather – tank top with thick straps, shorts that were mid thigh, which fit the school dress code. I make it all the way to lunch with no problem.
Then I’m sitting at lunch with my friends when one of the female teachers came up to me and told me I needed to change my shirt. I argued my clothes fit dress code and that it was freaking hot but she wasn’t having it.
Okay, I can play this game.
I had worn a light sweatshirt that morning, since it’d been cooler and rainy, and I had it in my bag. So I pulled it out, put it on over my tank top, then pulled my arms inside both tops and pulled the tank top out of the bottom of my sweatshirt, much to my teacher’s horror. Remember, we’re in a crowded cafeteria, and god forbid if someone caught a glimpse of my stomach!
She didn’t write me up but the look on her face was worth it, even if I was hot the rest of the day.
So one day i decided to play starstable and then i found out that the only character you can create was a girl. But i just went along with it and then when ever people found out that i was actually a boy they just had a go at me and they said that this is a girls game . 1. How can a game just be for girls 2. To stop this they could at least allow you to make a male character. YOU CAN MAKE A MALE HORSE BUT NOT A CHARACTER
At my school, the girls football club was cancelled permanently, to spend more money on good coaches for the boys football club. And people wonder why ‘ girls are bad at football ‘. I’ve been playing football since I was 6, and absolutely love it. My family can’t afford for me to join a club outside of school, and so know all of my dreams have been taken without hesitation. I’m 14.
The comments I can remember my driving instructor saying during lessons:
Women can’t drive as well as men.
Think like a man.
You’ve done a bay park and you’re a woman, it’s a miracle.
Oh it’s just my bitch (after being on phone to wife.)
(Pointing at a woman outside the car) She’s fat and ugly she shouldn’t be out in public.
Women only run outside to get attention.
I have 2 first class degrees, and a fantastic job. But he still manages to make me feel like dirt.
I have no choice but to learn with him because I live in a small town and need to pass. So like we women have to, I grin and bear.
On BBC News channel: New Zealander sheep shearing champion’s reaction to Australian sheep shearing champion also having a brother who is a champion: ‘I bet their father is very proud of them.’ Do they not have a mother then?