i was on the train, sitting in the pretty crowded bord bistro when some drunk guy came up and talked to me. more than once i made clear that i neither want to go sit with him and his friends nor “go somewhere quiet” with him “to get to know to each other”.
male privilege is being able to nevertheless continue harrassing a woman, without having ANYONE interrupt.
when i told him to go the fuck back to his seat, otherwise i’d call staff, his friend pulled him back.
but it didn’t stop. i kept hearing him as his voice got louder, almost shouting “i want to FUCK her! should i rape her? should i kill her?”.
when i got out of the train, my whole body was shaking and i was covered in sweat. i felt humiliated and helpless and objectified and degraded.
i needed to tell someone about it, so i could vent. so i texted a friend of mine, a boy, and told him about what had just happened.
male privilege is saying “hey it’s over now, isn’t it?”. as a female, it’s never over for me. as a female, i’m fearing situations like this every day, again and again.
male privilege is saying “just get a friend strong enough to protect you”, because it’s just natural for drunk men to harrass women, bringt them to wallow in self-directed shame and guilt, so the logical consequence is to protect the woman, not to educate men properly.
Reblogged by request of OP.