After attending a friend’s house warming party I decided it was time to go home as I didn’t want to get drunk, and the rest of my friends wanted to make a big night of it – so I decided to get the train home by myself. I walked down a busy road towards the station, but then a car full of 5 drunk and aggressive young men slowed down and all started yelling abuse at me for god knows what reason. I kept walking and they followed me, and from the things they were saying I was terrified they were going to pull me into their car and kill me. Luckily a taxi driver coming up the road saw all these men hanging out of a car abusing me and pulled over, and I jumped in. I couldn’t afford the taxi but I have never felt so relieved in my life.


At work a group of 3 male senior managers developed an internal training course for our department. Somehow they thought it was perfectly appropriate to include disparaging jokes about women’s breasts, women’s genitals and references to porn. A number of people attending the course were shocked, and I was waiting for the head of the department to call them out for it. However the head of department said nothing, and the senior managers didn’t even notice they’d said anything offensive. A female colleague and I considered making a complaint, but we knew we would get picked on later by the senior managers for doing so, so we didn’t. This sort of thing happens so often; I wonder how men would like it if we women made disparaging jokes about their genitals when making professional presentations.

Joelle Buntschu

I’m thirteen and I just started high school at the beginning of the year. So, there’s this new app that everyone is using, it’s called Sarahah. It’s an app that allows you to leave anonymous messages. I’ve gotten messages saying that “you’ve got a big ass” or “I want to have sex with you”. It’s stupid! I’m thirteen. I know that people are just writing it as a joke because it’s anonymous but it’s not acceptable


I am 15 and this happened to me at school recently. A friend of mine were joking around then suddenly he got out $2 and said “Is this enough for an hour”. I shouted at him saying he shouldn’t have done that. I ran up to my friend ( they didn’t hear what he said and I told them), they all laughed and told me cool down and it was only a joke. It made me feel as if I shouldn’t have done anything about it.


A year and a bit ago I was at a charity run with one of my girlfriends. There was a guy there that I had known from years ago, and I smiled at him. I was simply being nice. Later on, I stopped to tie my shoe, and he came up from behind me with one of his friends, and slapped my ass. He gave a ‘whoop’ to express his achievement and his friend laughed. No one around me questioned what had just happened, and carried on. I never really talked about it, or mentioned it to anyone. I was 16 at the time and I just thought that everyone experienced this from time to time. I felt belittled and embarrassed, but at the same time felt that it was such a small thing, and therefore didn’t choose to follow him up on it. I wish I had.


Since finding this space I have so many stories to share. They extend from *groan* to “ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME?!”. Let’s do things chronologically… In Year 10 everyone was taken for a tour around a university as we were expect to “know what we wanted to do in life” by the end of that year. At the time I was extremely interested in Biology. Given the opportunity to see the areas we wanted to study I joined the group for science. The man leading that group felt it necessary to reiterate that the group for nursing was elsewhere and made this comment looking directly at me (the only woman in the group). -_- *grooooaaannn*


I was roughly about 8 or 9 and I started playing soccer. I loved every second of it. I was on goals and I missed the ball. Everyone ran back to their original positions and I remember a boy in my class said “Girls can’t play soccer. You should sit out”. I did. I played cricket with school. My teacher (mid 40’s woman) said after I threw the ball to the wrong person “What the hell was that? Can we keep the ball with the guys this time?” I ‘felt sick’ and sat out. I was 13 and playing Rugby and was told by another boy in my class “You play rough for a girl” then winks at me. I liked sport as a child and even wanted to be a famous soccer player for most of my childhood. Today I despise any form of sport and hate playing. I wonder why


When people in a leadership tutorials assume hypothetical leaders are always male… loving that casual sexism


I’m at 37 year old woman and it took me reading an article last week about sexual assaults in schools to even realise how I was treated was wrong! We were taught the behaviour was normal to be harassed by boys. Have your dress lifted over your head, be felt up against a your will. Be groped touched and have your pants pulled down if you dared wear them. I’m glad it’s now being recognised as not ok.


My husband purchased something online, and had it delivered to our flat. The delivery man buzzed our apartment to deliver the parcel, and I said I could sign for the parcel in my husband’s absence. I signed my name, which the delivery man inspected. After confirming that our surnames are different, he went on to tell me that I ‘should change my name’ to my husband’s name. I had a brief (and disbelieving) exchange with this man, and then lodged a formal complaint with the company. How is it even possible that in 2017 in Sydney a complete stranger, a delivery man, feels he can tell a women what she should do with her name if married?