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The Everyday Sexism Project February 12, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — jennysaul @ 9:09 pm

Check it out!

The Everyday Sexism Project exists to catalogue instances of sexism experienced by women on a day to day basis. They might be serious or minor, outrageously offensive or so niggling and normalised that you don’t even feel able to protest. Say as much or as little as you like, use your real name or a pseudonym – it’s up to you. By sharing your story you’re showing the world that sexism does exist, it is faced by women everyday and it is a valid problem to discuss.

 

3 Responses to “The Everyday Sexism Project”

  1. grannylizzy Says:

    today, out walking my dog, a creep yelled at me that ” I wouldnt fuck you if you were the last woman on earth” just stopped his truck and yelled that at me. He was an ugly old man too.
    My son drove up a block later into out walk saw me crying, and I was too embarrised to tell my 40yo son why. And I did not want him going after the creep either.

    Sometimes men just suck. Bless my son he followed us home… he lives three blocks away. I’m sure he will ask again why I was crying. Good man I raised.

  2. Anonymous Says:

    My ex-boyfriend was a very kind man who took an extremely dim view of the misogynistic attitudes of many of his peers (Irish men are particularly stone-age in that regard, usually). However, he still got very uncomfortable when I tried to point out that there was no rational reason why I should take his name if we were to get married, protesting that it’s just a ‘nice thing to do’. When I asked him if he’d change his name, he was outraged, and said ‘no bloody way’. That a kind and intelligent man failed to see the complete lack of logic here still depresses me. [And it's part of the reason I said 'ex-boyfriend'.]

  3. Anonymous Says:

    I sat down on a plane the other day between two men. The man next to me said “A rose between two thorns”, and proceeded to watch me throughout the flight. I felt trapped because I had no choice but to remain in my seat and be five inches from him.


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