I was at a house party back in A Levels and my bum got smacked by a boy. What got me and still does to this day was that I didn’t slap him round the face or throw a drink over him! This was because I actually got some attention from a boy who wouldn’t normally look twice at me. The fact that girls crave attention and reassurance from boys even when it’s negative and degrading such as this, is worrying. We shouldn’t be made to feel like any attention is better than no attention!! Why do we look for gratification from males when we are dam right amazing people anyways no matter what we look like!
I was sexually harassment whan i was 9 by my music teacher at the moment. Now i am 16 and this is a memory that i will never forget. I was in the lesson i was playing drums and he came in the room he touched my shoulders with his hands and then he touched my breast. After that i quite the lessons with him and i told only to my relatives. I was afraid that if i told someone else they would think that i lie or that i am crazy so i didnt tell to any of my friends. Also my mother was sexually harassment my a relative when she was 13 and my aunt by her teacher when she was 15. We have to share our stories and encourage other women to speak because it is a very serious problem. I share my story because i was not crazy and i am not alone. We have to educate and spread our worlds to everyone so that the next time that something like this happen other people will help and support the person, that’s the most important.
I was getting changed in PE a few years ago when this boy brushed passed me. I wasn’t wearing a bra because this was when I had just started growing. This boy walked past me and whispered to his friend: “she’s got boobs.” I really don’t why I didn’t say something
I am seventeen years old. I got wolf whistled at on a run yesterday by a 30-40 year old man. last year a man came up to my mother and asked ‘to buy my pussy’ it was 5:30 in the evening. In year 8 I was at a bus stop in my uniform coming home from school, men knocked from inside a pub window and told me to come in for a drink, when I turned away they called me a slut. On a run when I was 15 I passed a group of boys who said ‘run fat bitch run’ and ‘ let me see those tits bounce’ as I passed one slapped by bum. I came home and cried and it took a year for me to go for a run again. I saw a man in the gym who was in my sisters year in primary, he is 21 I am 17, he looked me up and down and said ‘ well you’ve grown up ‘ and winked. I was in year 6 when a classmate said he could see my bra and that I have big tits for someone my age. I was rock climbing with a youth organization when a staff member, a 50 year old man, said ‘you have child bearing hips’, the same man never attended any sports events other than swimming, where we would be in swimming costumes all day, everyone knew why he chose to attend. I donated 17 inches of hair to create wigs, now ‘ I look like a boy with tits ‘. I didn’t respond to a boy on snapchat when he asked what knickers I had on, he said ‘your just a little slut who hasn’t had a good fucking yet’. the same boy saw me out and told me your look better when you smile. I go to rugby games, in queues old men grab my bum. I played rugby from ages 13-15, men who I told said ‘ girls playing rugby is something id like to watch ‘. I went on a walk with my older sister in the afternoon, walked past a van as a man said ‘don’t be boring show us those tits’. I was awarded an amazing engineering scholarship after months of hard work, I overheard the boys and a group of their friends who applied but didn’t succeed call me ‘fat’ ‘ugly’ ‘at least she has good tits’, they said ‘ she only got it because she is a girl but she wont do anything with her life’ another called me ‘stupid’ the lesson after he asked for my help, ‘but i thought I was stupid harry?’. later that night three of those boys messaged me one apologized, one didn’t say anything after I blanked him, the last one told me he only wanted to motorboat me anyway. I told the teacher who said what, I cried, something I never do, and missed my bus. he took the names of the boys who said things, that piece of paper was on his desk till I left school, nothing happened. ‘rugby? that’s a boys sport’. I’ve never had a boyfriend, I am constantly teased at home for this. I broke down in class once ‘ she’s just on her period’ my auntie had been diagnosed with stage three cancer that morning. I got told I was fat in year 8 by a boy I barely knew, since then I have made myself sick when I eat badly, its been four years I did it two days ago. ‘ do you think going to the gym makes you attractive, it doesn’t’. ‘well you developed early, men cant help it’ ‘ Ruth, I know you’re not the best looking but you have boobs and that will get you somewhere with boys’. ‘sexy’ ‘fit’ ‘massive tits’ ‘blowjob lips’ never ‘intelligent’ or ‘strong’. I am 17. this is a fraction of my experiences, whistled at weekly, boys telling me what they would do to me. I feel worthless, a piece of meat. I am sat here crying at half two in the morning feeling worthless as I relive the thing people have said to me. I go out and im scared, I walk home a 5 foot 2 inch girl whose only protection is the keys she has stuck in between her fingers. I have many men in my life who I love, my father, brother, grandfather, my friends who have often been witness to men whistling at me ‘ignore them’ says matty while I have to stop ethan from trying to punch them. I love them and I know they would never hurt me. but in general I am scared of men and boys. I worry about dark alleys and walking past vans, just as I also worry about walking down the street in broad daylight with my mother. this is not okay. I am 17 years old not even an adult yet.
I’m a 14 year old girl and when I had just turned 14 and it was Valentine’s Day . Me and my two girl friends went out to eat and found roses sitting on the ground so we gave them to each other to support each other and as I was walking home a man started yelling at me he said “ hey, you got lucky today didn’t you and kept yelling at me to turn around and pay attention to him and then started revving his engine and following me. It was raining so I had an umbrella and covered my face and didn’t turn around. No one in the other cars with the windows open or near me pay attention or tried to help. I turned the corner and ran . Then I called my dad to pick me up but I was pacing around the neighbour hood for 20 min waiting for him and trying to stay away from this man. When my dad got there I was standing in the rain crying. This isn’t like me I am a pretty strong person and people usually come to me for advice and I’m sort of The mum in our year level at school. I felt very scared for the first time in a long time and I felt vulnerable. I don’t no why it was me, I don’t know what I did wrong because my dad said you could have gone into someone’s house or walked back to the house because I wasn’t that far away but the thing is you can’t just go to someone house and knock on their door and wait for them to open it even if the think about opening it . There wasn’t really anyone I could talk to and when i told my mum she didn’t really say anything, so I immediately thought it was stupid of me to consider this wrong of the man and I still think that. It’s 6 months later and I haven’t walked home from the train station ever since because I have been to scared and when I tried to walk to my friends house down the street I asked her to meet me half way because I was so scared. What really hurts me is that girls at my school have expireinecd boys hugging them and touching them in a weird place and being uncomfortable with it. AND NOT ASKING FOR IT I don’t know how to help them and I wish boys at school were taught this sort of thing because school if meant to be a safe place as is the suburb you live in. I wish they knew what had happened and I wish I could tell them what is right and wrong I am proof that it can happen to the strongest of people and I can’t imagine how bad these things get if mines not even that major. I really want to help make a difference but I don’t no how I’m still a kid after all.
What inclusive phrase should be used in formal letter writing instead of “Dear Sirs”? People of all genders work at different institutions. Is there a way to address people that are members of an organisation in a way that isn’t long winded or clumsy? I am struggling to find an alternative phrase to one that basically says “Dear Men”. Should I write “Dear Sirs, Madams and everyone else”? At school we were always told to write “Dear Sirs” if we were writing to a group of people. How do I write “Dear Everyone at this address” in a formal and concise way?
I’m 12, even at my age I’ve had a decently long list of sexist comments and a few experiences of sexual harassment. I never really thought much of it until I watched the TED talk on this that I realised just how often and to what extent this is happening. The first time I experienced any sort of sexism other than the very common ‘Can I have a nice, strong boy to carry these books’ sort of thing from teachers, was when I was in my cooking lesson at school. I never saw who did it, only who it was directed at, but It was along the lines of ‘You should be good at this. Can you do mine too’ from one of the boys to one of my friends. Then I was passing a rugby ball with another of my friends; we were passing it forwards just to practice passing and a boy in my class came up to us and said that we were girls, we couldn’t play rugby and that we were doing it all wrong. I told him we were doing a drill and to go away, My dad coaches rugby and my brother has been playing for 14 years now so I really know my stuff, he followed up by calling us idiot girls and tried to rip the ball from my hands. I’m much stronger than I look, so he failed and stormed off later that day to come back and ask if he could borrow the ball and play rugby the right way. I have also been told by another student not to go into engineering (my current career choice) and to ‘ go be a pretty secretary’. I’ve also had my bum slapped and inner thigh grabbed by my dad on multiple occasions and up til recently thought nothing of it. Looking back, I’ve realised that in some of my lessons, teachers ask harder questions to boys and simple questions to girls. I’ve also seen some girls get yelled at or given detention for asking boys to stop touching them, pinching them or to stop taking their stuff.
I was at school walking around with my older sister. And some boys in years above me started wolf whistling at us and shouted rude remarks like nice ass and bit t*ts and lots alike. This was just one day after i had been touched on the ass by a boy in school.
About maybe a year ago the boys in my grade started calling me and my friend “dishwasher” to shut us up whenever we have an opinion that doesn’t match theirs or even when we decide to say something at all and they just don’t want to hear us talking. Everyone around me (even the other girl) just see it as a joke and nothing to make a fuss about but it makes me really uncomfortable? I feel dismissed so easily on daily basis and I never feel like I have the right to mention it as it’s “just a joke” and I’m just an “oversensitive woman.”
The desks of our secondary school science classrooms are arranged in rows reasonably close to each other. Two people could walk side by side between them, but it would be a tight fit. Instead people usually edged past sideways. I was trying to get to the sink to rinse a plastic beaker, and I had to get past this boy who was leaning over one of the tables. As I was trying to discreetly edge past, he intentionally thrust his rear into my groin. I was completely taken aback. He and his friends (several of whom were girls) were laughing. In my anger I kicked him in the shin, and they just laughed more. I then excused myself from science and cried in the toilets. I didn’t report it because I couldn’t believe it, and tried to convince myself that I had overreacted to a joke. This was in year nine, when we were both thirteen. It’s been a year and I still see this boy around, but I try to avoid him as much as possible. He constantly says demeaning and downright disgusting things about girls, and I don’t want to be around to hear that.