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USA: Halloween Costume Review

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By Angela Della Porta, SSH Correspondent

Deciding on a Halloween costume is a pretty arduous task – you want to be original, and of course you want people to get it. Well, that task is especially hard for women! We have to balance having a great costume with not “asking for it.” I mean, I want to get trick-or-treat fun, not harassment or assault! So, I went to iParty to find the perfect costume, but I had a bit of a hard time finding an outfit. I thought I’d share a couple of my final contenders.

Going as Someone Else’s Culture

 

It’s a classic, right? Go as a Native American. The year before, I went as an African American and next year I’ll go as Latino. That makes complete sense!

If Native American didn’t work, I could always try wearing this flowy nightie that no one in India wears as clothing. Ooh, and you’ve got to love the double entendre of “Taj”ing one’s “Hall,” whatever that means.

The Criminal Justice System

I’m pretty sure this is what women have to wear in prison. I mean, it fits – since women in prison are pretty much sentenced to sexual assault from guards and medical officials the moment they enter the prison industrial complex, this outfit will be perfect.

 

I’m sure an outfit like that makes it easy to run after criminals and protect society. I wonder, though, where does the costume designer think she should put her gun?

Childhood Fun

Now, I remember Spongebob as a harmless cartoon, but it takes a lot of work to sexualize a woman by making her a sponge. You’ll see in the bottom right-hand corner that Nickelodeon, a children’s TV station, is the company selling this. Cute.

This is an ACTUAL children’s costume. It’s a children’s size 4/6, but it’s a cropped-top spandex devil outfit called “Red Hot” where the model in the photo is wearing platform stilettos  You can see in the photo that it says, “Children’s Size Costume.” They tell you it’s for children so many times because you can’t believe that six year olds, the average wearer of a children’s size 4/6, want to be sexy devil for Halloween. But they do, or it wouldn’t be there.

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Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t do this review because I think there is something inherently wrong with sexy women’s costumes (well, I’m not a fan of the cultural appropriation in the first two, but that’s another post). I’m just not sure what women are supposed to do. If they buy any of these costumes, the only ones on the shelves for adult women, then they are left to be scrutinized and judged for “asking for harassment or assault.” If something were to happen when in this costume, they would be blamed.

Women, wear whatever you want on Halloween, and on every other day of the year, for that matter. But it’s a catch 22 – want to wear something sexy? Get harassed. Want to wear something not-sexy? If you can find something, you still face judgment for not ascribing to someone else’s idea of femininity. So what do we do?

You can let people know their comments and judgments aren’t okay. You can call out rape culture and sexism in your own life.

Angela Della Porta is a recent graduate of Clark University in Worcester, MA. She will join with Teach for America in Detroit in the fall. Until then, she’s spending her time in rural Maine. Follow her on Twitter: @angelassoapbox

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USA: Placing the Shame Back on the Harasser

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By Lauren McEwen, Washington, D.C., USA, SSH Correspondent

In my months as a Stop Street Harassment correspondent, I’ve focused heavily on different ways I respond street harassment (harassment from elderly men and intra-racial street harassment, et cetera), but today, in my final, official post as a blog correspondent, I want to focus on a time when I failed to shout back loud enough. A time that I continue to look back on, disappointed at my own inability to thoroughly stand up for myself.

First, let me begin by saying that there is no “correct” way to respond to street harassment. I think we should always try to respond in a manner that 1) keeps us safe and 2) keeps our dignity and self-esteem intact, but there will always be those moments in which we, personally, feel that we could have done a better job. Those moments that we mull over long afterward, cursing ourselves for not saying the right thing, or failing to report the harassment to the proper authorities. This is probably one of the most damaging effects of street harassment – the guilt, shame and helplessness it can make us feel.

For example, once a teenage boy threw a full bottle of water at my back because I refused to stop and give him my phone number. It did not matter that I am an adult who wouldn’t have been interested even if he were of age, or that I was on the phone with my mother when he decided to loudly describe what he thought of my breasts in my top. I’d rejected him in front of his friends, so he threw the bottle at me. I doubled over from the force of the hit, and he and his friends ran from the corner, laughing.

I almost called the police, but stopped short because I hadn’t seen the boy’s face, and I knew that if the police helped at all, they would most likely round up every black boy within a five-block radius and frisk them. Of course, he got away with assault, and my back ached for days, but I wasn’t complicit in having innocent boys treated like criminals. I could live with that…after a while.

But I still cannot fully forgive myself for how I responded to being groped while leaving the train station in June. I was headed to the grocery store to pick up a few things for my then-boyfriend’s birthday. It was boiling out, so I was wearing a thin, cotton dress. I’m not describing what I was wearing because of internalized acceptance of rape culture, or anything like that. It’s important to understand how little actual clothing I was wearing to understand how violated I felt.

As I’m scrolling through the shopping list on my phone, I suddenly feel something press against my backside. It takes me about seven, sickening seconds before I fully realize what it is: an erect penis. I whip around, and come to face-to-face with a stranger: a middle-aged man wearing a white button down and khakis and carrying a leather briefcase.

For a millisecond, I consider that he may have been standing so close to me because the escalator was crowded, but that hope quickly crumbles when I realize that not only is the escalator nowhere near full, but that he had to lean forward in order to press against my behind.

I’m shocked and disgusted and furious, and I start cursing and shouting at him to get away from me – to never touch me. And that is when he did something that infuriated me even more than the groping: he shook his head and walked away, trying to signal to anyone within earshot that I was mentally unstable, and not worth listening to. The other people on the escalator began looking uncomfortable, and moved quickly aside as I stormed up the remaining steps, shaking, afraid that he would follow me.

No matter how many times I tell myself that I did respond, albeit not as effectively as I would have liked (that I was alone and things could have easily escalated if I’d continued to press the issue, that I reacted in the moment and cannot blame myself for being startled) I still wish I’d reported it to the transit police, at least, if not to teach him a lesson, then to prevent him from doing it to someone else.

By the time I made it to the grocery store, I could barely focus on getting my shopping done, taking an hour longer than necessary to gather everything I needed. Eventually, I called my boyfriend to pick me up, and he spent the car ride home feeling guilty for not driving me in the first place.

But I shouldn’t need a male escort to shepherd me around in order to avoid being groped by strangers. Not only is it demeaning, but it’s also impractical, and that kind of thinking places the weight of preventing street harassment back on its victims.

I write all of this to say, no matter how long you have been speaking up about street harassment, how many other people you have helped fight back against it, how many articles you’ve shared or retweeted – none of us are immune to that feeling of helplessness. None of us react the “right” way…at least, not each and every time.

And even though I am still trying to force myself to believe this, I’m saying it now…those moments do not make you weak. They do not make you coward. They make you a person who was too shocked or hurt or disgusted by another human being’s behavior to follow whatever anti-street harassment protocol you had planned. I just hope there isn’t a next time, and if there is, I want to place the shame back on my harasser, not carry it with me for months afterward.

Lauren is a recent graduate of Howard University where she majored in print journalism with a minor in photography. You can check out more of her work at laurenmcewen.weebly.com and follow her on Twitter at @angrywritergirl.

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Kyrgyzstan: Street harassment of transgender people in Bishkek

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By: Aikanysh Jeenbaeva, in collaboration with others from the BFCSQ, Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan, SSH Correspondents

“T-World, Transgender Advocacy Comic, Kyrgyzstan” Via www.Active-Art.org

Transgender people remain one of the most vulnerable groups of the population in Bishkek. Up to 90% of all transgender people experience constant pressure, violence and discrimination at the hands of relatives, acquaintances, law enforcement officials, medical professionals, complete strangers on the streets, etc.

The story below is told from the perspective of my fellow trans*activist, for whom harassment in public places is just one of the many facets of violence in his everyday reality.

“We get harassed by the police most often”, he says. “They come up to me or to my friends and start demanding to show identification. After seeing what they consider a discrepancy in the documents between indicated and real gender identity, they take us to the police station, where we are subject to more severe harassment in the form of humiliating interrogations and threats. One of the officers once said that people like me “are perverts and should be killed”.

This kind of attitude by the police officers is not only seen as normal, but also encouraged. Even if you call the MIA (the Ministry of Internal Affairs) hotline to report police misconduct and brutality, they hang up on you upon hearing that this was done on the basis of gender identity.

You never feel safe and you are never protected. Home is not a place where you feel loved and secure for a large part of my friends and myself and the streets are like a battlefield, where you never know when and who will accost you.

When I or my friends walk down the street, people usually stare at us trying to guess gender identity. Women (mainly) stare at the genital area trying to make out whether the transgender person has male or female genitals. People loudly comment my appearance, stop and start giggling or discussing between themselves whether I am a boy or a girl. And this is even worse for people who do not look masculine/feminine enough and thus do not fit into the cis-normative patriarchal gender binary.

Harassment is so normalized that people simply do not consider it as such. It is normal for them to come up to an unknown person and laughing, start asking whether you are a man or a woman, a boy or a girl. It is also normal for them to start contradicting you, if you choose to reveal your gender identity. They ask incredulously: “Do you really consider yourself a man?! But… just look at yourself!” I get called a hermaphrodite, a faggot, an “it”… there are so many insulting names that it won’t be possible to list them all here.

However, street harassment is not limited to staring or verbal abuse. Many of my friends have been harassed physically by strangers on the streets who have grabbed their chest to “check whether it is real or not”, have hit and beaten them.

Part of the harassment comes when people confuse transgender people with lesbians and gays, and in such a highly homophobic society as the Kyrgyzstani one is, you have to expect threats, loud insults, hateful and disgusted looks. And just imagine what happens to those who are non-heterosexual or queer transgender people…

When we gather as a group to go somewhere to eat or just hang out, we almost always get harassed. When it happens, some of the guys try to start a fight or curse back. Strange thing, if we react in an aggressive manner and yell or shout back at the people, that shuts most of the harassers up. This has led us to believe that the only language people understand is the language of violence and that it is the only efficient way to react. However, acting violently and aggressively in response to harassment makes you feel disgusted and angry that you have allowed yourself to get provoked once again.

Of course, not everyone can or wants to use the tactic. Some of my friends just gave up and stopped leaving home without any urgent need. The streets are a too scary and hostile place for them.

In the past, I used to react in a very angry manner. I was very upset after every such encounter and brooded over it for a long time. But after a while, I just stopped reacting to it. Now when someone makes a comment on the street, I simply pretend not to hear it. Still every time I experience it, it completely kills my mood and leaves me empty on the inside.

This is the society we live in — a discriminatory transphobic, homophobic, biphobic (add your description here) society. I know that tremendous efforts and time are needed to change it. But one thing that any person can do next time he/she has an urge to harass others on the street, is to think how it would feel, if you were in the place of that person.”

Aikanysh graduated from the University of Freiburg with a degree in European Literatures and Cultures and recently from the Diplomatic Academy of the KR with a degree in International Relations. Aikanysh is a co-founding member and coordinator of the Bishkek Feminist Collective SQ. Salidat is an undergraduate student at Kyrgyz National University and a dedicated volunteer at the Bishkek Feminist Collective SQ.

Bishkek Feminist Collective SQ was founded in 2012 by activists from various communities of Bishkek city. Follow BFC SQ on Twitter, @bish_feminists and on Facebook.

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Cameroon: Safe Cities Walk

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By Zoneziwoh Mbondgulo, Buea, Cameroon, SSH Safe Public Spaces Mentee

#OrangeDay in Cameroon

Street harassment in this our area is real.  Though often overlooked especially that of police officers who have now become more of perpetrators of harassment on girls and young women dressed in ‘shorts’ , leggings, topless blouse and/ or light cloths.

Some months ago, I wrote a blog post for Stop Street Harassment Mentorship Program on the different forms of street harassment faced by women and girls here in our community.  In this my special edition, I wish to share my #OrangeDay report to draw your attention to three unique stories – there are a lot but I have chosen to share just these three– about street harassment – especially police harassment of girls and women based on dressing choice.

Yesterday, together with three friends, I joined the UN Women in celebration of the global #OrangeDay Campaign, where we did a SAFE CITIES WALK to raise awareness on street harassment and calling for SAFE CITIES FOR GIRLS & WOMEN.

The experience of yesterday was awesome.  It was far more interesting than what I had initially imagined. At least, I felt more empowered and confident talking about harassment as we walked in a group, dressed in our uniform, that’s the Orange T-shirts (and trousers) and on each T-shirt was a message calling for SAFE SPACES for all, particularly women and girls. In total, we covered a distance of one mile.

While doing that, I observed so many things. First, the fact that those who read the message on our T-shirts engaged into debates.  While some (bystanders, including our own friends) asked us what we meant by ‘harassment’, why we were wearing Orange, and who were harassing who? Moreover, whether ‘we think girls / women should be allowed to dress the way they do?”

Another interesting remark was that many of those (but for some few) who read the message made a comment – though not all were supportive.

Recollecting my yesterday experience, brings me back to the three unique stories I promised to share.

1.  Two Sundays before celebrating this Orange day, I witnessed a young woman, probably within her twenties been bullied at the Molyko Junction by two police officers, simply because she had dressed in a short long sleeve gown. This lady was new in town and was just about to board a car to the bus station where she would take a bus to Douala, the economic capital of Cameroon.  This, she said in her unrecorded statement to the police while on detention.

While at the police station, before later been ordered to leave the station,  I had asked the officer on-service to show me where exactly in the law it is mentioned that girls shouldn’t dressed in ‘shorts’ and what parameters/ measurement  tapes do they [as dressing police] use to measure what is ‘short’ and not.

This is the third time; I am at that same police station asking for the same clothing law which says what girls/women must and must not wear in public. I remember the first time I went there; they weren’t able to show me a piece of document. They referred me to Court. The following day, I went to Court and there I was referred to the governor’s office. And so on…till date—no office has provided me with any of the document they claim exists.

2. Some months ago, a boy also laid a complaint to my organization; Women For A Change, Cameroon (WFAC), how on his way home, one hot afternoon, a police officer stopped him, and began bullying at him, pulling him from his waist and dragging him on the unpaved road to a nearby bar in the quarters, and asking him to confess that he was gay. All these because he had dressed in short demi-jean and had long painted finger nails and a carved eyebrow.

3. Sometimes ago, I also recalled witnessing a young educated man, (sadly someone I know) bullied and threatened to pull down a girl’s skirt and spaghetti top. And when asked why he would even think of doing such a thing, he said: “The girl’s dressing was improper” “wearing short-tight fitted cloth on the street was not correct”, whereas, he forgot to realized that he too was wearing a swag trouser that stays under the buttocks and may also be seen as improper because his whole ASS was exposed.

There are many of such examples, many of which end up unreported and unaddressed, especially as those who are to bring justice have also become perpetrators.

I think we need to change our ways, get more serious and work for more progressive and development-oriented issues.  And neither harassing nor detention of women and girls can get us there. These to me, are senseless and focus –less actions!

Updates on this project can be found at: Women for a Change- Cameroon, or via Twitter @zofem.

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USA: “I reclaimed the street by reclaiming my feelings”

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By: Molly Redding, San Francisco, CA, USA, SSH Correspondent

I love Saturday mornings. No alarm, no obligations, and 48 hours of freedom to look forward to. After a large cup of coffee and some quality time with the San Francisco Chronicle online, I head outside to walk to my favorite yoga class.

I started walking to this class awhile back since other transportation options didn’t work, but now I’ve come to really enjoy it. After 8 years of residency I still love San Francisco as much as the day I moved, and this walk allows me to experience different neighborhoods and the richness of diversity that exists in this city.

But not this morning. As I made my way down to the gym, I walked down a street that isn’t part of my normal route, and spotted two men talking to one another. I feel like as a woman sometimes you sense these things are going to happen before they do. It must be a look or something you get that you just know, the next 30 seconds or so are just going to suck. You might take a second to hope you’re wrong, only to be proven right. Here’s what they said to one another as they leered at me:

“Hold on a second. I want to check out this pretty thing walking by.”

“Mmmmhmmm. That is nice.”

“Yes, those pants fit her WELL!”

They literally stopped their conversation so they could watch me walk by and comment. Their opinion of my body, my body,  was so pressing that they had to stop what they were doing just to express it. As I walked past and knew they were staring at my ass, I felt completely naked. I had an urge to cover my butt with my hands so they couldn’t stare at it, even though I knew that wouldn’t help.

In a flash, I felt the heat of shame rising to my face. At being leered at yes, but also at my reaction. I just kept walking. I’ve written an entire dissertation about street harassment., I write a monthly blog post, and I didn’t have a good comeback or witty comment? I know the dangers of taking action against harassers, but this was a bright Saturday morning with tons of people milling about. I felt like I had let everyone down, by not reacting quick enough, by not trying to stop it. If I, an anti-street harassment activist, can’t even react the right way when I get harassed in my own neighborhood, how can I preach to others to do the same?

As I crossed the street and made my way to the gym, I realized that by putting pressure on myself, I was only making the situation worse. Harassment is designed (whether harassers know it or not) to make the victim feel exposed, on display, ashamed. I could choose to feel that way, or I could choose to acknowledge my feelings of shame, anger and frustration,  recognize that we still have a lot of work to do, and go on my way. And so I did. I reclaimed the street by reclaiming my feelings, by not letting anyone monopolize what I think and how I feel.

I realize this won’t work in every situation. Trust me, I’m still disturbed by the guy who exposed himself to me outside my apartment as I was coming home from a wonderful night at my best friend’s wedding. Harassment is a form of trauma that can stay with us for a long time.

Luckily, I know I have a community that will share their stories and support me no matter how I react to a harasser. Writing my story helps, but so does just telling people around me – my roommate, coworkers, family. Sharing stories will not only help us heal, it will help the rest of the world know we won’t tolerate this behavior anymore. So keep sharing your stories!

Molly received a graduate degree in International Development and Gender from the London School of Economics in 2011, where her dissertation focused on websites allowing victims of harassment to post about their experiences. She has worked in the non-profit sector for over 10 years. You can follow her on Twitter, @perfeminist.

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