Tag Archives: Sexism


Good friend of mine works as a hostess where they’re required to wear all black for their uniform. When she working on St Patrick’s Day the customer’s took her uniform as permission to pinch her on her ass because she wasn’t “wearing any green.” So many issues with this 1) it was annoying in grade school and everyone hated that stupid tradition why do it now? Oh right because they’re pervs 2) why the hell were they touching someone in a sexual manner without consent? 3) my friend told me all the men that did that to her were old enough to be her dad. Men in their 40+ -some of whom probably had kids- looked at my 19 year old friend and thought, “yeah let me touch her ass that’s appropriate” I’m so sick of hearing stories about how men interact with her and making working difficult. She’s not there for you, she’s there for a paycheck. You mean nothing to her and you certainly aren’t “obligated” to get her number or her attention outside her role as a hostess.


Not long after arriving for an 8 hour shift at work yesterday, my manager told me to go home and change clothes because I was wearing a dress that fell slightly above my knees. I was wearing black leggings underneath, and I wasn’t showing any skin from the neck down besides my hands (both details she apparently considered to be irrelevant). I was deeply disappointed to be reminded that my workplace still implements a reductive dress code that values a woman’s appearance over her work ethic or professionalism. Perhaps I was doubly disappointed because I work at a public library, which is a place that has such great potential to promote egalitarian values. In this instance, however, library personnel decided that the energy I put forth toward my work was not important, and that my time would be better spent taking close to hour off from work to drive home, change clothes, and then drive back to work. When my manager told me to go home and change clothes I was shocked, angry, and disappointed. I mulled over what I should do for a while, unable to focus on my work because of the troubling thought that the policing of women’s appearances was happening all around me, enforced by other women no less. I finally decided that the only thing I could do was to try to stand up for myself, so I ventured to my manager’s office to try to explain the harm of the library’s dress code policy. I was pretty upset and didn’t explain myself very eloquently, but I did manage to convince my manager to let me finish my shift without going home. What a strange world where you have to convince your employer to let you work, or where doing so successfully would be considered a victory. I don’t feel victorious, but I feel lucky. Countless women everyday are no doubt prevented from doing their jobs because someone, somewhere might be offended by their choice in clothing. I wonder how many of us there are. I was able to discuss my concerns with my manager, but I know other women in similar fields might not be so fortunate, and might even be fired for doing so. Workplace dress codes seem like such a small thing, but they comprise no small number of daily inequalities that women around the world face, apparently regardless of the field they work in. I’m posting this in solidarity with all of the women who have and who will be discriminated against for their clothing. If we can, let’s #leanout and speak up about workplace inequality.

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?