Monday, June 23, 2014
I work IT.
That means I dress in jeans and a t-shirt (in my case a long sleeve t-shirt, because I have a propensity to touch things that will give me a rash.
I dress for working on computers in rooms that process soil or other messy things.
In fact, here is how I’m dressed today.
Why am I sharing this seemingly inconsequential information with you?
Because of something that happened this morning.
As I stepped out of the room where I had been working, I saw two men standing in the hallway. One most likely a few years older than me, and one probably a few years younger.
They both turned towards me when they heard the door close, and then the older of the two went back to studying the bulletin board.
The younger male stared at me.
As I walked towards him, he continued to stare at me, and as I walked past, he actually turned his body so he could continue to stare at me as I went past him and into the stairwell.
The reason I’m sharing this is, you see, this is the kind of shit that happens all the fucking time when you’re female.
Shit like this is why I don’t feel safe walking places alone.
Shit like this is why I carry my keys in my hand, sharp bits pointing out.
Shit like this is why I hate dressing nicely, because then it’s worse.
Shit like this is why I always wear shoes I can run in.
No, it doesn’t “feel good” that someone thought I was attractive enough to stare at.
It feels creepy.
It feels unsafe.
And it feels incredibly unfair.