The Everyday Sexism Project exists to catalogue instances of sexism experienced on a day to day basis. They might be serious or minor, outrageously offensive or so niggling and normalised that you don’t even feel able to protest. Say as much or as little as you like, use your real name or a pseudonym – it’s up to you. By sharing your story you’re showing the world that sexism does exist, it is faced by women everyday and it is a valid problem to discuss.

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Anonymous

My friend was sexually harassed by a boy in our grade who she was friends with, but had no romantic interest in. She is now so uncomfortable walking by him or his friends and is afraid to talk to him. He keeps smiling at her and winking, and she is disgusted.

Kitty

I posted the other day about issues relating gender & so forth being thrown open for debate by the media, & expressed my disapproval of this. I’d like to amend something I wrote. I wrote that Chat magazine had gotten in on the act, when in fact it was Take A Break magazine.

Anonymous

#metoo

1) Aged 10. In the cloakroom at school on my own. Two traveller boys enter, and unexpectedly start touching my bum. And laughing. That laughter, I still remember that sound. I was scared & embarrassed, and too young & scared to say or do anything. I kept my distance from them for the rest of primary school.

2) Aged 18. Freshers week. Drinking games. Such a cliche, stupidly blind drunk. Hazy blurred memories of being in bed with one of my new ‘friends’, who I don’t recall liking that well, him trying to force his penis inside me, but not being able as I wasn’t even remotely aroused. Him putting it in my mouth instead. Waking the next day to a foul taste & such a sense of shame and guilt. My fault/not my fault? I don’t remember consenting. Or not. Another ‘friend’ shows me a picture later of me being dragged back along the floor of the corridor to my room that night by my arms. I have no clear recollection. The rest of the year, trying to avoid the guy, never telling anyone. But he tells. And his friends start making blow job faces at me whenever they pass by. I feel sick just thinking about it & how stupid I was.

Ray

My boss (lets call him Bill) engaged me in conversation over dinner (the fact I was even HAVING dinner with him tells you how f-ed up this situation is):

“Things have gone too far now. I can’t even tell you you look lovely now”.

Except you just did. And I hated it. It made me feel vacuous, useless and so, so stupid for accepting this dinner invitation in the first place.

F you Bill.

Marta

When I was 13 I didn’t know what sexual harassment was, but I already knew something was wrong. We had a teacher, who I still see now and then, that used to touch our hair and clothes and do massages while we were in class and while we were making homework. He also called us by invented names, which he didn’t use with boys, and explain sexist jokes in front of the class.
Sometimes, when we were talking about him between boys and girls, boys would say that he was the best teacher ever and a f****** boss because of his ideas.
Now, I don’t tolerate any action that feels like harassment, even if people say it is a normal thing.
Sexual harassment shouldn’t be a problem we have to deal with, so let’s change that and educate young people to respect both man and women.

Anonymous

I was walking down the hall and a group of guys started very obviously looking me up and down and whistling. One of them winked at me, and there was a professor right there! The professor was a guy, and didn’t do anything. I just walked a little faster and gave them a dirty look, but I wished I had done something.

Anne.

I’m in my thirties, but still routinely get asked for I.D. when purchasing alcohol. The female servers often just nod or apologize when they see my birthdate. But for some reason the male servers often feel the need to tell me “it’s a complement, right?” It really isn’t, and it never seems to be when my male friends get carded.

Stella

I had just gotten off work after an 8 hour shift where I had barely stopped moving. I was exhausted and sat on the curb waiting to be picked up. A man about 60 years old walked past me, smirked in my direction and said “a smile never cost anything, sweetheart.” Stunned, I only thought of saying something along the lines of “I’m just tired.” He flashed a huge smile at me “I’m an old man and I’ve been walking around all day and look at me.” I’m 16 years old.
I wish I could go back and say to him that I have no obligation to him or anyone and it is not his place to tell me how to act. I am not an object put on display and if you don’t enjoy my facial expression, keep it to yourself because it’s none of your business either way.

Megan

A man ten years older than me, who I worked with and thought was friends with me and my girlfriend, lectured me on how naïve I am to the ways of the world, then told me that I was ‘too pretty to be gay’.
It made me realise that even people you’ve had intelllectual conversations with and thought were your friend can see you as just a walking vagina.
This was last year when I was 20.

Nancy

I am 14 and two boys on some of my classes are repeatedly saying sexist things to one of my friends. She has to sit next to them in her geography class and they are constantly saying things like “shut up and go make me a sandwich” and making almost everything she says sexual. She doesn’t seem to mind at all and just laughs about it but I can’t help thinking that if I was in her position I would feel horrible.