University

Lowri

People being surprised that I play instruments because it’s not a “girly” thing to do. Boys not letting me play video games with them just because I’m a girl. Feeling like I have to cover up my own body because if I show it, I’ll be labelled a “slut”, but then being labelled as “frigid.” Constantly being spoken over and not taken seriously in academic settings. Being catcalled for the first time at the age of 13, wearing a long sleeve shirt and trousers. (I very much looked 13 years old.) Being genuinely surprised when I find a man who respects me and is also not attracted to me. Indirectly turning a man into an incel by rejecting him when we were 12. Not wanting to take certain classes because they’re male-dominated. Not wanting to take certain classes because they’re female-dominated, and won’t be taken seriously. Being expected by my peers to have a Kardashian body at 14. My stepfather acting like he’s smarter than my mother despite him having no GCSEs and her having a degree. Sports I love like netball and gymnastics being dismissed as “easy” or “not sport”, even though fucking golf is considered a sport. Being told to smile more. Being told to not swear, it’s unladylike, by my own mother. Feeling extremely unwelcome and even threatened when I go into a pub past 8pm. Willing to be late because I don’t want to take a crowded bus or train alone, due to the risk of sexual assault. Boys in school not wanting to talk to me if they didn’t see the possibility of sexual relations with me. Being constantly told by my stepfather “Women are bad drivers”. “Women are stupid”. He has two daughters. Teenage girls not being allowed to be interested in anything without being ridiculed and made fun of. These are just things I came up with in 10 minutes; I’m sure as soon as I submit this I’ll come up with hundreds more everyday sexisms.

Sam

I was told by a boy from my hometown that I don’t seem like the type to study computer science because it’s hard. I go to an ivy league.

Olivia Harris

I was sexually assaulted by a friend. He is a nurse, he volunteers and he has been with his girlfriend for over 3 years. He dresses like a grandad, has hair like a a character from the Big Bang Theory. He was always the least threatening man I knew. Not once did I think I would have to be alert around him. I had been sexually assaulted throughout uni by’typical lads’. The guys who wear sliders, open shirts and spend more time on their hair then I ever do. So I only had these guys on my rador to avoid. To have my rape alarm ready if I noticed them behind me when walking somewhere. So to be sexually assaulted by a friend, who is a nurse, who has a teacher girlfriend, at a houseparty was… Wrong. More wrong then uni because it wasn’t supposed to happen in that setting. I was ‘safe’. There was about 15 of us, I was friends with them all and it was in someone’s home. He followed me and sexually assaulted me. He grabbed my thighs so hard they bruised, squeezed my boobs and forcefully kissed me. I said no, I moved away and he did not care. He bruised my neck and left scratches on my body. Yet when I managed to escape and returned to the group it was like nothing has happened. Eventually when I told my friends they didn’t really care/believe me because this guy was a ‘good guy’. Like me they couldn’t really believe it because he didn’t fit our perceived narrative of a threat. One even said ‘but he’s a nurse!’. As if that therefore meant what I had shared was impossible. All my male friends either didn’t believe me, forgave him or ignored the entire sexual assault. It hugely impacted my day to day life. I’m a primary school teacher and suddenly I hated being around male teachers, especially alone. After all, if a nurse can harm me, why not them? Everyone, absolutely everyone, was a threat. At a supermarket I would leave a queue if a man was behind me. I requested female doctors. I stopped going to the dentist. I stopped going for drinks with my friends. I stopped going swimming. I was alert all the time. It’s now been a year since the sexual assault, I still have a small scar on my breast. I have been in therapy for the last 6 months and I’ve slowly claimed back the swimming pool. Most importantly I don’t blame myself because a lot of people, including his girlfriend, did.

B

on campus, browsing through my campus store, one of the male workers made a comment that he wished he could watch me try on the clothes I was holding and then later proceeded to touch my shoulder and arm as he “helped” me find someone i was looking for

Toni Haynes

I am 50 years old, in my lifetime I have been sexually assaulted as a 6 year old by older boys who didn’t believe I was a girl, had my exam subject choices limited because I am a girl (wanted to do all 3 sciences, computer science and technical drawing at school) and had less able men promoted over me. In my late teens and 20s I was raped by my mother’s second husband, by my first boyfriend, regularly, and by my first husband shortly after the birth of my eldest son. As I have grown older I have refused to be limited in my career, and have developed polite shaming tactics to deal with men who only speak to my ample breasts; “may I stop you there, my breasts have nothing to add to this conversation and get rather offended when you only speak the them, kindly talk to my face”. Works remarkably every single time! As a middle aged widow now I get some judgement because I seek no new partner, I tell others I have no interest in watering down my goals, the time spent with family and friends, or to compromise in my business just to make a man happy, this is my life to live my way and celibacy is my plan so I can devote whatever time and energy I choose to devote to the things that give me joy.

Lucie

Im a uni student studying ai, i’ve joined some ai student research team over the summer for some experience and money and for no reason i can see me and the other girl in the group have been moved away from programming and onto summary work. During the team meeting today i was asked what i’d been working on that week by the supervisor/lecturer, i described the ai model i’d started since the last meeting, i got asked if i was facing any errors, and i explained that passing the data to the model was giving an error at the moment, and all of a sudden i’m being told thats really simple, its only one line of code, and the guy in my group knows how to do it. I start speaking again but the guy in my group interupts (he loves interupting like dogs love licking their balls, its a short job and only have to meet the guy 4 times but i’ve never gotten through more than 2 sentances in a row without his oh so relevant input) he says my code has that line, i think this lads never seen my code he’s thinking of his own code, so i clarify to the lecturer that no my code doesn’t have that line but if thats the solution to this error then i’ll use it. Then i’m told if im finding the programming hard, i can do a summary of some research articles for him and that itd be a big help to the group. Summarising research articles is a bit of a lackey job but i get that it’s completely necessary and sometimes doing grunt work for the team can be really important, so it’s really not that i mind. It’s that these reports have already been summarised – he asked all us 6 students to summarise them for him 2 weeks ago and show him a presentation about them. AND for some reason, the only other girl in the student team was roped right in there with me on report work, he said you can summarise those 2 reports and emily can do the other 2. I acknowledge i’m not the strongest programmer in the team. I’m most definitely not the weakest though, that much should be clear from how every week i deliver a model, including how this week in the meeting what the guy in my group had done was run the model i made, which isnt much, but he’s still considered by this lecturer to be a better programmer than me and while he is a stronger programmer, he’s consistently performed poorly in this job because of his lack of team working skills making him hard to deal with. I feel shot down even though i’m a solid coder so i think i’ll make my report and do the code too just to be fantastic and maybe prove a lil something to the supervisor

Stacey Hale

Today and many other days, I have been rushing to work following dropping my child at holiday clubs only to find men waiting for me and telling me I parked in correctly. When I dare to argue back, or stand up for myself I am personally attacked, I need the exercise, I’m fat, I’m the reason they have gyms, I must not be getting it. This is something that to many is normal, to many it would mean nothing, but to someone who faced a eating disorder, and still struggles with disordered eating these words are the difference between health and death.

Holly

Where to begin. I grew up in a house of tension, where my parents argued often and my dad was violent. Boys at school regularly would ‘catch’ the girls, paying ‘kiss, cuddle, or torture’. I was terrified of one boy in particular who had a penchant for lifting girls’ skirts. I have had a succession of failed relationships. The man I married was controlling and abusive. He would drink 2 bottles of wine each night and then get angry for no reason, swearing at me and calling me names. I wanted to leave but had our son to think about. Eventually, I left with our son when he was 5. I’d had to call the police twice, when he pushed me around and threatened me with a knife. The policemen didn’t seem to appreciate the fear I was living in, saying they didn’t think I was telling them the whole story and that they couldn’t make my husband leave the house unless I had him arrested. He begged me not to press charges because he’d just started a new job and didn’t want to lose it. He would always apologise but it would always happen again. He obviously had mental health issues but wouldn’t seek help, saying he’d rather stick pins in his eyes. A man followed me home once, when I was only 17 and hadn’t long left home. He followed me into my bedsit (I didn’t know how to stop him) and threatened to rape me. Fortunately, when I told him I was a virgin, he said he wouldn’t. There have been other men (just friends) over the years: the one whom I knew at university that went to kiss me and was shocked when I turned him down. He was 20 years my senior and I’d given him no indication that I liked him in that way (because I didn’t), but he accused me of leading him on. Recently, I kindly asked a male friend if he could stop insulting me in his text messages (i.e. “are you deaf?” “are you senile – I told you the story just last week?”) After saying he couldn’t ‘be arsed’ with my ‘histrionics’, I’ve never heard from him again. I’ve lived alone with my son for the past 8 years and it’s so great, not having to walk on egg shells any more. I don’t think I could trust anyone again.

Anin

Warning: this story contains strong offensive misogynistic language I have heard. There has been much talk in the media about inspiring girls to do certain activities and hobbies. While I agree that all kinds of people should be encouraged to do certain activities if the are able, this “Go Girl” message conveniently glosses over the sad fact that some men and boys would much rather that these women and girls didn’t threaten their egos. In the early 90s, it wasn’t lack of inspiration or drive that stopped or inhibited me from participating in certain activities; it was male gatekeeping (including male peers), snide remarks from male instructors/coaches/sport shop staff and lack of adequate leisure facilities/lack of non bigoted, high quality instruction. Also there was lack of money, lack of practical supportive comfortable female undergarments and snide remarks from family members also. Activities I was highly interested in that I was never supported in and was stopped by male gatekeeping and societal female shaming include: welding (male instructor at the after school engineering club signed me up for electronics instead); basketball (lack of female participation, lack of facilities nearby, assumption that girls can only play netball); yo-yoing (boys in my primary school class laughed at me when I said I got a yo-yo for Christmas, it is only now after the advent of internet videos that I have finally learned how to throw sleepers, when I was a child no such instruction videos existed so I couldn’t learn properly); video gaming (male relatives and friends not playing multiplayer with me and hogging the controller); football (for fun only, but boys at school would never pass me the ball and would mock my perceived lack of ability, so I could never practice and learn); skateboarding (bought an inappropriate board, sneered at by male sports shop staff, derided by family members, lack of skatepark facilities, lack of suitable non bullying instruction, lack of smooth roads and lack of access to protective gear) as a result I cannot skate on a board to this day even though I can rollerblade (rollerblading was deemed to be more acceptable for women to partake in for some bizarre reason) and Engineering Geology (was told by male science instructor that women can’t think in 3D and that women cook/clean/have babies like “female animals” also he did not teach us the required material on the syllabus at all so I had to learn it on my own). I was also told by school teachers when I was a little girl that I should like dresses and not want to get muddy. A female school librarian was absolutely furious that I wanted to take books out about diggers and boys playing in the mud. She yelled at me, put the books back and gave me books about flowers to read instead. I cried for days afterwards, but no one cared: they all thought I was an anti-social troublemaker who therefore needed to take remedial classes. The older women and the boys wanted me to play skipping games with the girls, cross stitch and plait hair instead. I have never ever in my life derided a male for wanting to cook, cross-stitch, wear a dress, knit or do ballet dancing. I have never ever felt threatened by male vets or male cake bakers. I have never ever said to a man that he couldn’t do the ironing, vacuuming, horse-riding, hairdressing, make-up artistry or do flower arranging because he uses the Gent’s Toilets. So why do some men feel the right to tell me that I can’t do certain activities just because I use the Ladies’ Toilets? A male relative once told me that he had felt very upset when he was assigned to a female boss at work because he told me that this was “wrong”. He didn’t think that men should ever be ordered about by women. As a woman I have come across this idea of male pride and entitlement to certain professions and activities over and over again. Lots of “relationship advice” articles on the internet for women tells them to boost a man’s ego constantly and not make him feel inferior to you by out performing him in certain activities. Apparently, if a woman doesn’t praise a man this constantly, the articles say that the man’s eyes will wander to other women. Also the man will supposedly get angry, scary and upset if you don’t praise him for doing “manly things”. I don’t know if this is all bunk, but there’s lots of info floating around about how precious the male ego is and how it’s a woman’s duty to preserve it at all costs, lest he look at other women. I have tried praising blokes for their achievements (some of whom were swaggering about and bragging about how “women women can’t play football”), but this I have found has had very little effect on whether or not they looked at photos of actresses, women in bikinis or internet porn. The boys and men who looked at that stuff anyway would probably keep looking at it regardless of how much or how little I praised their footballing or woodworking prowess. There’s hardly any relationship advice about fostering genuine egalitarian connection between partners or sharing the enjoyment hobbies or work at all. Maybe this is why I am depressed and absolutely stink at forming long lasting relationships with men or having fun activities? Online I have seen many men gatekeeping their male dominated hobbies and making sexist comments about women. One bizarre example was a man reviewing a yo-yo which he said “Grinded like lie a cheap ho” on his hand when he did a trick. The groups of males making up their own sexual innuendoes degrading women as “terminology” in yo-yos, kendamas, football, skateboarding, basketball and Geology have been utterly cringeworthy. Maybe anyone of any gender who wants to participate in any activity (within their physical capabilities) should do so with the freedom to fail and learn safely with highly quality support and constructive criticism, without being harassed and excluded for having certain private parts. Surely that would be fairer for everyone and more money could be made by selling more tickets, Merch and equipment to all different sorts of people? A while ago I saw a sign on the wall of my local leisure centre that read “Sports for All”. It didn’t tell women to “Get back in the kitchen” or “Stop playing like a girl.”