I need to get out of here
I’m not a fool. I don’t imagine that there is a Utopia (yet?) that doesn’t everlook at women as pieces of meat, seen to be without agency or power, and meant to be nothing but objects of decoration.
But goddamnit, I hate this town.
As I got into a bus to travel to town this morning, the bus-cleaner hanging out the front door decided I’d be interesting to harass. I’ve got radar like you wouldn’t believe, though and was lucky to sidestep his groping hands, though my friends also helped out and kept things non-violent. Bastard is lucky he didn’t decide to give it another go.
Then in the afternoon, I was walking with my friends to my campus when a (seemingly) 10-FUCKING-YEAR-OLD interjected inanities into our conversation (you know, how some people see speaking English as a sign of elitism and think it’s appropriate to mock passersby as they chat with their friends? I don’t know if it’s an Indian thing; don’t know where else it happens). I stopped and gaped. So did my friends. I knew one thing for a fact - this would never happen to a guy astound here. We walked over to give him a piece of mind; guess he reads them as a hobby, coz the little twerp took off like a lightning bolt.
This evening, on my way home, I got jeered at LOUDLY by some random middle-aged bozo as I walked down the street. I turned around to chew him out; seeing my expression trained on him, he quickly ran across the street.
And now I’m having to deal with the fallout of saying to my mother, “you know, it’s when people like you give meaning to ideas such as women not supposed to be out after dark in fucking PUBLIC SPACES, that we continue to see violence against women being perpetuated,” because she wants to fix her glasses but no, ‘6pm is too late for women’ to be out and about. It’s “obviously” my fault, and apparently I’m not done ‘roaming the streets’ for the day. (Yes, that comparison is in allusion to what you think it means. I’ve no qualms about being called a sex worker - it’s not a derogatory term. It’s just that something as simple (or, at least should be) as running an errand late in the day can be likened to something that is so often an extremely difficult choice made out of necessity.)
The irony is, I have heard her college anecdotes of going out to the movies and returning at 9pm via public transportation ALONE in this SAME FUCKING TOWN, when we lived even further away from the city center, and never feeling unsafe.
Is it too much to ask that we be allowed to go about our daily business without the feeling of being on ‘CODE RED ALERT’ all the time.