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Cranky Feminist Academic

I’m a female full professor at a research university in the United States. Two of my male colleagues routinely act as if they are above our process for determining the agendas for meetings, and hijack them at their pleasure. The process is that our support staff sends out a call for agenda items and then the department chair forms them into an agenda. Despite receiving the agenda in writing, these two choose to ignore it and introduce new items without obtaining the consent of their colleagues. When female faculty members whose items (buried at the bottom of the agenda) complain about the situation, the chair brushes them off and won’t use even the most diplomatic of strategies to make sure that everyone is treated fairly, even when the complaining professors outrank the chair. This strikes me as unconscious sexism. Unsurprisingly, the upper administration uses the same marginalizing scripts as the chair when confronted with various complaints from female faculty from across campus. And they wonder why they can’t remain women faculty!


Someone I know told me that a young male friend of hers claimed that, “if a lot of keys can unlock a lock, it means that that lock is a rubbish one but if a key is able to unlock many locks, it is a master key.” By this analogy, he meant a lock to be a woman’s vagina and a key being a man’s penis. As if a woman’s body and what she chooses to do with it is something to be condemned but a man’s body and what he chooses to do with it is a sign of ultimate power? Just, no.

Reem Numan

I’m only 12 and I’ve already realized my family is incredibly sexist, especially my brother. He says I’m an emotional little bitch when I’m menstruating. When he asks me to do something for him, I tell him I’m in pain and I don’t want to do it, since my cramps get so bad sometimes I can’t even move because the pain is so terrible. He tells me to “stop being little baby and do the fucking job”, since he “knows other girls on their periods who get their shit done” and tells me “if they can do it you have no excuse.” Keep in mind he’s talking about 16/17/18 year old girls at his highschool. I’m literally only 12, so he has no right to say that to me. I had to skip school twice because my cramps were so bad, and he dare calls me an emotional little bitch. I hate him so much and have no idea how to deal with his sexist nonsense. I juat wish he could experience the pain I have while menstruating. Maybe that would teach him to shut up. When I try to address the situation with my mother, she tells me that boys aren’t supposed to understand the pain us girls go through. She tells me that they choose whether to be ignorant about the topic or not. If they want to be ignorant, then screw’em. Just don’t care. They’ll never truly understand our pain because they don’t have a possibly way of experiencing it.


Why do women feel its ok to come up to random men and ask them about their dicksize and if they are circumcised or not? Its very intrusive. Also as a gay guy I really don’t appreciate it.


I was chatting to a colleague at work about a recent cycle tour. “Cycling through Norway? By yourself? How many miles”? “4000” “Wow respect. That takes balls” “…Ovaries” “Nah, man. Balls”! “Ovaries” “Balls”.


I’m a medical student working in surgery rotations now.Two of my classmates posted to the same unit are male. We had a patient who had to undergo a laparoscopic(minimally invasive procedure) removal of gall bladder(cholecystectomy),however because of a complication the surgery had to be made more extensive. This required additional consent from the family of the patient.I was personally handling the patient’s case,caring for her pre-operative checkup and shift to the OR and was up to date with her history. However the professor asked me to stay out of this and sent one of the boys to speak to the family and obtain consent because as he said and I quote,”They won’t take a girl seriously,it’s better a more responsible looking boy does it.” Why does my gender matter so much more than capability?Am i faced with Hobson’s choice of either becoming one of the boys or hypersexualising myself? Can I not be my awakward,slightly feminine,slightly nervous yet wildly passionate self?


I was standing alone at night waiting at a bus stop when a taxi driver stopped the car, I politely replied “Sorry, no thanks I don’t need a cab”, in which he responded “How much for you?”. I replied for him to leave me alone and that he was disgusting. He became furious – shouting at me names like: “slut, whore, you’re not that pretty anyway, etc”. Mind you this is the middle of January on the East Coast, I am fully clothed, wearing a winter jacket, scarf, etc. I have never felt so scared in my life, alone, helpless, how could I even defend myself? Someone who weighs less than 100 pounds and this man is double my size. Could I really stand there and argue with him? Call him names? Was he going to try and assault me? What would’ve happened if I called the cops? Would they have said I was being over-dramatic? I ran away and called my friend to pick me up. That is all I could do, and I’m sure many women can relate.


Last week, a colleague (who has just applied to be a supervisor) made a joke about the young lady that recently started at work. The gist of it was about having sex in the customer toilets. When I pointed out that this wasn’t the kind of jokes a potential candidate for supervisor should be making, he said: “It would be consensual. She won’t be able to say no with my dick in her mouth”. Immediately afterwards he realised that he’d taken this too far and insisted it was only a joke. The worst part is that at least one other supervisor was there and said nothing. I had to corner him later to tell him that it was offensive and that he should talk to our colleague about this. I’m pretty certain he didn’t bother.


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.

Cecilia M. Fernandez

After successfully completing my MA, I applied to the school’s doctoral program.During an interview with the department chair about why I was rejected, she said “apply again after your children are older.” At the time, I was a single mom with three children. I didn’t have the time or resources to hire a lawyer. This injustice ended my chances to be hired at most institutions which require a PhD. I went to work at a high school, a job I hated and then left teaching for a lucrative sales job. I always wonder, “what if.”