{"id":12772,"date":"2012-12-05T07:00:15","date_gmt":"2012-12-05T07:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=12772"},"modified":"2012-12-05T07:27:42","modified_gmt":"2012-12-05T07:27:42","slug":"street-harassment-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-loving-cat-noises-when-they-come-from-creepy-dudes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2012\/12\/05\/street-harassment-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-loving-cat-noises-when-they-come-from-creepy-dudes\/","title":{"rendered":"Street Harassment, or ‘How I Learned to Stop Loving Cat Noises When They Come from Creepy Dudes’"},"content":{"rendered":"
I was walking home recently, across a busy bit of central London, after dark, when some dude made kissy noises at me, like he was trying to tempt a cat. He was two feet away, staring straight at me and smirking like an icky weasel.<\/p>\n
Without thinking, I responded in kind with a big, angry,
I-will-slash-you<\/em> hiss.<\/p>\n He looked pretty taken aback.<\/p>\n
I carried on my way and mused that I appear to speak feline like a
mothertongue, but also I got to thinking: what the ever-loving crap?!
Seriously, what on earth was he expecting from that encounter? What would
a positive result have been? Surely that’s
never<\/em> worked for anyone, right?<\/p>\n
Ah, street harassment. It’s been a few months. Usually my
experience of you is relegated to when I’m wearing a summer
dress (gender norms for the lose) but it sucks whenever it happens.
It’s also antithetical to ever actually
getting<\/em> my interest because – no matter how many mad
cat-lady vibes I’ve got going on – no one who thinks
they can approach me like a pet is getting the time of day.<\/p>\n
This particular encounter didn’t throw me much because I
actually had a comeback – I walked away pleased with myself
for thinking fast – but how you deflect it shouldn’t
be the first point of call. WHY DO PEOPLE DO THIS?<\/p>\n
Far more often it’s crap shouted from cars – which I
find rubbish twice over because they’ve gone before you can
say or do anything in response. (Come back right now, dudebro. I
have a LOT to say about what you just did.)<\/p>\n
A friend of mine recently had some jerk shout “nice
tits!” at her from a car. She was (understandably) angry and
upset for the rest of the day, but the guy shouting it might have
told himself it was a compliment – some interviews
with street harassers<\/a> have revealed what is either complete
ignorance or willing ignorance of the effect it has on women. Many
of the men, when asked why they do it, say it’s a compliment
and it makes women feel nice.<\/p>\n
Maybe it is a compliment for a very small percentage of people
– I cannot claim to speak for everybody – but I am yet
to meet or hear of one person who’s had a catcall,
wolf-whistle or similar and felt good about it. The thing about
street harassment is, it’s not flirting. Street harassment
doesn’t make a person feel good because it isn’t about
a person: it’s boiling them down to their physical
attributes (‘nice tits’, ‘nice ass’) and
funnily enough that doesn’t feel great.<\/p>\n “News of your interest in my
‘nice butt’ has not made my day in any
way.”<\/p><\/div>\n
The other thing is, it’s almost never a conversation: mostly
’cause the objects of the harassment
aren’t interested<\/strong> and want to get on with their
day, and also because often it’s at a remove – stuff
shouted from cars, or (to use the clich\u00e9) from scaffolding.
The people doing the shouting don’t actually expect a
response. This isn’t a tool used to chat up women:
it’s used to silence them. Under the guise of a compliment
it’s a one-way street of objectification.<\/p>\n
And Objectification Street is a crappy street. Seriously, I
looked at a flat there once. There were rats all over the
place and it smelled bad.<\/p>\n
Of course, if people are physically closer to the harassers,
it doesn’t exactly get better. The wonderful (and
award-winning) Anti-Street Harassment UK campaign (ASH
UK<\/a>) was set up after its founder, Vicky, was harassed by
a group of men who were initially shouting at her from a car,
threatened to rape her<\/strong>, then got out of the car
and followed her into a tube station where they assaulted
her. The police (who did intervene) then blamed her for
responding to them and said “boys will be boys.”
SO. MUCH. FAIL.<\/strong><\/p>\n
Um… *cough* male readers – this is
essentially Met officers saying your entire gender are
all hopeless gropey asshats. Erm… *cough* I
wouldn’t take that.<\/p>\n
… since you’ve been such a
good class of gender justice warriors
today, I’m going to let you finish
early with just one more video:<\/p>\n
I absolutely love their line of
questioning about “has that ever
worked for you?” Also
“sweetheart, please stop
perpetuating the patriarchial dividend
– it’s
so<\/em> over” should be on a
t-shirt. I would buy that
shirt.<\/p>\n
And that’s a wrap. Now, if
you’ll excuse me, I need to go
back to more important things
– like buying cat food for my
wonderful kitty – because some
catcalls are nice. The ones that
come from an actual cat.1<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n
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\nDESIST<\/p><\/div>\n
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So, what can we do?<\/h3>\n
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On that note…<\/h3>\n
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