I’ve reached that age where many of my peers are getting married and starting families. But for me, the prospect of bringing a daughter into this world is absolutely terrifying.
As a survivor of sexual assault and thus a person who already feels unsafe in their body, especially in public places, street harassment is triggering to me. A reminder that my body is not my own in rape culture, that other people believe themselves entitled to my body and my time.
This just in: it is 2017 and for some reason, people still can’t seem to wrap their heads around the fact that catcalling is indeed harassment.
The problem with shoving things under the rug is that they are still present. These things will continue to cause issues unless we deal with them.
It’s even creepier when you see what they actually said to her.
“The first one I really remember being scared of was my mom’s boyfriend.”
“Being afraid to do non-masculine things because it makes them ‘gay.'”
Because catcalling – all catcalling – shows an entitlement mindset.
Trivial things used to kill my mood. And by trivial things, I mean perverts on the streets who think catcalling me will make me blush in a good way.
Don’t tell her she’s pretty when she poured herself into so many things, worked hard day and night just so that she could have achievements of her own. When she’s sacrificed so much.