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I was walking home from the beach with my friend in year 12 along a street and within the 20 minutes of walking home, we had 4 cars of boys honking and yelling at us,one even saying 'show your titties of we'll make you show them.' We also had a car stop ahead of us just waiting there so we crossed to the other side of the road. There was two middle-aged men yelling out to us asking why we're scared to walk past and that they'll be gentle when they do us and things like that. We got home and never talked about it, not even to each other. It was scary and that was the last time we ever walked anywhere.


I was in year 11 and was at a night party getting some water for a drunk friend. I walked behind this shed and there was a boy I was friends with there and he had had a little too much to drink that night too. I walked past and he grabbed me front on and started trying to kiss me and I kept trying to push away and then one of his hands was tugging to undo the zip on my dress and the other was on my breast as he was still trying to kiss me. I kept trying to push him off but he just kept saying, 'Come on...i know you want it.' 'Connie, you want it.' and i got really scared because nobody was around. He started trying to undo his pants and i was still pinned to the wall by him holding my breast so i punched him and ran off back to the crowd and never said anything after that because nobody even noticed i was gone. What's a girl supposed to do when her friends are off kissing boys and the boys wouldn't give a damn anyway?


I am the only female student in a small maths class with a male teacher. About two weeks ago I queried a statement he made on some calculus concept or other, and he replied - albeit (apparently) ironically - 'Well, I think you need to go back to the kitchen, where you women belong, and mull that one over, sweetheart.' The comment itself was trivial - but I still felt powerless against the man, not to mention humiliated. I pay to be taught, and really wish for my learning time not to be consumed with 'ironic' sexism geared towards me.

The fact that the comment was ironic or 'trendy' shouldn't affect its gravity in the least; why does there exist some 'version' of sexism that 'slips through the cracks' and is permitted by my society?


Physical health is an extremely important aspect of my life.

Nowadays, my maintenance of health is limited to a narrow window of time when the streets are quiet - that is, when the chances of a car containing three or more grown men approaches me, slows down, beeps, hoots, makes a circuit of the block, and repeats, following me until I detour into a family park where I know someone would either see or hear me, sometimes parking while I walk down, and pulling away only once I am invisible.

I find it disheartening that I cannot walk my favourite routes safely without a grown male friend or relative. I find it embarrassing that I know the seasons have changed not because of my changing exercise attire, but by the frequency of cat calls my running shorts/tank top or yoga pants/hoodie incur. I find it really quite inconvenient that I must schedule my exercise around times when I am least likely to be raped.


Way back at the age of 18, I worked at Pizza Hut. I was approached by a group of boys (estimated 15 years of age). When I asked what they wanted to order, one of them requested a "Blow Job Pizza". Sexism won't end with the older generations.


I was on a first date recently and the man that I was with kept making comments like "All women like cats," and "Men these days let women have too much power." He rounded off the night by accusing me of being a feminist, like this was a bad thing. I wonder now how many other people share this attitude, especially since one of my good friends recently stated her opinion that "feminism has gone too far." I worry that people have negative feelings about feminism, somehow seeing it as a movement that, in order to succeed, must undermine masculinity.