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USA: Interview with Burlesque Dancer Fancy Feast (Part 1)

August 23, 2013 By Correspondent

Fancy Feast. Photo by Andrew Levengood.

By: Maggie Freleng, NYC, USA, SSH Correspondent

Sunday night at Murray Hill’s annual Miss Lez Pageant, an alternative beauty pageant for queer womyn, something caught my attention. It wasn’t the contestant with a vintage vagina puppet or the plethora of boob tassels or even the contestant in the Winnie the Pooh outfit doing a strip tease pouring honey on her body. No, it was the one contestant in a bondage harness whose pageant platform was on a serious topic — street harassment.

“In my personal life it is something that I am very deeply and seriously passionate about. I am very concerned about it,” Fancy Feast, a burlesque dancer, told me.

Fancy Feast caught my attention when she took the stage with her extravagant beehive wig, kitten heels and form-fitting mini dress and told the audience that in her daily life every time she is street harassed she puts a nickel aside to be donated to shelters and abuse programs for women and LGBTQ folk.

“My performance is sexual and big and public,” Fancy Feast told me, who explained that people tell her she should expect to be harassed because she has such a sexualized performance. “But there are a different set of expectations when I’m in control of my image when I’m performing and presenting sexuality than when I am trying to get to work and get a smoothie.”

“Some people feel like every contact should be a level playing field and I should expect the same attention doing burlesque and taking the subway. To me its one of those ludicrous things…there is a separation.”

She said the differentiation comes when she is wearing no makeup and going home sick from work and minding her own business to when she is wearing makeup and a wig on stage where she is intending to be in control and powerful.

“When people are harassed on the street they have a lack of control. Someone is dictating how you should feel about your body walking down the street.”

“I tend to get harassed a lot when I have my stage makeup on when I am coming home after my gigs. It doesn’t matter if the makeup is really over the top or grotesque, or if I have fake bruises (I have a fake black eye for one of my acts) — I get harassed way, way more, especially if I look disheveled. It sometimes feels like I’m getting attention more for the performance of femininity, the artifice, as well as a perceived weakness,” she told me in a follow up email.

“It’s in those moments when people take advantage of perceived weakness that does not show up in my performances.”

Burlesque allows her to dictate how she feels about herself and her body, and she says the reaction is always positive.

Fancy Feast, who is also a sex educator in her day job, says she has never gotten harassed during one of her performances. She has found the burlesque scene to be very body positive and accepting.

While she does not always make her performances about her personal politics, Fancy Feast was excited she had the space to do at Miss Lez.

“My job to make sure people are having a good time and being entertained and taken care of,” she told me. “I don’t always intend to use that space to talk about personal politics. Often times it is not the right atmosphere.”

However, if she does have a moment with the mic she will try to make jokes and add satire to the serious issue, to aware people and get the message out while also keeping the audience entertained. For example, at a performance she told the audience her leather harness was made from the last guy who told her to smile on the subway.

When I asked Fancy Feast about her nickel idea that initially caught my attention she told me, “The nickel thing came from being in SoHo a few months ago and this guy started making comments about my body, his son was 8 or 9 and he encouraged his son to yell things too. I got so upset thinking about how many times I get harassed a year. These experiences happen so quickly and then they just pass.”

The nickel idea was a way for her to mark these fleeting occasions and make sure something good can come from these horrible moments that happen far too frequently and make a difference in something so many of us feel powerless against.

This piece is a part one of two on Fancy Feast. Burlesque dancers reactions to sexual harassment and the rest of the nickel story (which made its way into a letter for NPR) to come in part two.

Maggie is a Brooklyn based freelance writer and photographer focusing on social justice and women’s issues. She currently writes for Vitamin W. Maggie graduated with a B.A in Journalism and English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst in 2011, concentrating on dystopian literature. You can read more of her writing on her blog or follow her on Twitter, @dixiy89.

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“These guys are bullies”

August 21, 2013 By Contributor

So, I’m walking along 38th Street and a guy across on the other side of the street whistles at me as if he’s summoning a dog. You know, not the “va-va voom, baby” whistle (which is also offensive to me), but that quick “fwweeeee-eeeet!” that usually means “come here, dog”.

I immediately flipped him my middle finger and held it up high (and continued to hold it as I walked past), which I routinely do when confronted with any form of SH.

The guy then loudly sucks his teeth and yells back to me “No respect!”

A guy who just whistled at me LIKE I’M A DOG is now telling me I’M the one that’s being disrespectful. Oh, the irony!!

Do you have any suggestions for dealing with harassers and/or ending street harassment in general?

React immediately. Don’t just let it go. If it’s safe and there are people around/businesses open nearby, GO OFF! Yell, scream, curse them out, give ’em the business! Tell them their mother should have raised them better than that (that’s a good one – they get SO mad when I say that – I only do it if in well populated situations!). These guys are bullies and are not used to women standing up to them.

– Kala

Location: 38th St. and 9th Ave

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Harassed at the DMV

August 21, 2013 By Contributor

Today I was in line at the DMV and this guy stared at me for an hour! At first, I tried ignoring him, thinking maybe it was me. But after awhile, I realized he was staring at me. The guy behind me even noticed it!

After yelling at him to stop several times, I called the cops. They never came. I feel so angry and fed up. I don’t get why guys express their feelings this way. I just wish we could stop it or make men see that what they are doing is wrong.

– Anonymous

Location: Los Angeles, California

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“Nothing stops the harassers from talking to me”

August 19, 2013 By Contributor

I face street harassment on a daily basis, whether it’s overt or just being looked at like a piece of meat. My friend never believed me because he is a man, until he went to visit me and I said, “Walk half a block behind me so that they don’t think we’re together.”

He lasted half a block before he caught up to me, stating that men were horrible.

I live in the Bronx, I haven’t had a date in 15 years nor tried to. I can’t afford to live anywhere nice, because the city is so unaffordable no single people can afford to live anywhere nice. I can’t afford to have cab fare to my home every time I would go out on a date, I have heard horror stories of the arguments my girlfriends get into with dates when they insist they want to take the subway and yes, they do it all the time, it’s safe “enough”. Which it generally is, late at night, ironically, it’s the stepping out on a date, or even to work looking like a woman, before the sun goes down, that is the major problem. I wore a dress exactly once in my neighborhood in broad daylight and I’d rather be shot than do it again.

You can’t get a yellow cab driver to go to my neighborhood, I’ve heard the same thing from women who live in Inwood, Kew Gardens, even Astoria. If they will acquiesce, they ask for directions. I don’t drive but have gleaned 2 sets of perfectly adequate directions by taking buses, I once had a willing cab driver shake his head to both sets of my directions. I’ve probably taken about a dozen cabs over the past 10 years and 65% of those cabdrivers have hit on me. One of them thought it was cute to keep repeatedly hitting the “lock” and “unlock” buttons on all the car doors after I’d refused to buy the book he was hawking and snubbed his “charming” conversation.

I’m already dressing in the most nondescript/dowdy business clothes I can get and eschewing all makeup 95% of the time, I could stand to lose 30 pounds, but nothing stops the harassers from talking to me – just the nice men. Approximately 2 human-seeming men speak to me on the streets of Manhattan per year (unfortunately most are tourists so no great dating potential). The rest, I fear, have learned the lesson we need the harassers to learn. They seem scared to look at me, and it’s to the point where I’m starting to develop a literal complex.

Optional: Do you have any suggestions for dealing with harassers and/or ending street harassment in general?

1. Send the education to the outer boroughs. Men in Manhattan have, by and large, learned the lesson – too well.

2. Better training for cabdrivers. The amount of cabdrivers who haven’t learned they can’t refuse fares and shouldn’t be hitting on their passengers seems astounding.

3. Make street loitering a misdemeanor and arrest people. Don’t just give lip service to it, patrol and arrest them. (Considering that some days I wish I could shoot them, this is actually a good deal for the loiterers.) No one needs to live their lives on the street. Anything decent (conversation), you can get the same effect by inviting your friends to come and sit in your living room.

Because I don’t care about a Starbucks, or an art gallery, or an H&M, or a neighborhood bar, though all those things are nice. I’m not proud. I don’t care what my neighbors are doing inside their apartments as long as it doesn’t affect me. I can go to all those places in other neighborhoods – if I can bear the walk to get on the subway. Sweep the streets of the “hey babys”, and single women in the city would become a lot more adventuresome in their housing choices.

– Anonymous

Location: Bronx/New York City

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USA: Don’t Tell Me to Smile

August 16, 2013 By Correspondent

By Angela Della Porta, SSH Correspondent

By Tatyana Fazlalizadeh

I don’t get it – why do men want me to smile so damn much?

I have two states of being: laughing at something hilarious, and Bitch Face, which is really just a neutral face that means nothing hilarious happened. I, personally, don’t use the word “bitch,” but it is the most common description of this phenomenon. Now, I always thought that Bitch Face was something I had to do intentionally, like when I don’t want someone to sit next to me on the bus or I want to show someone who was rude that I don’t appreciate their comments. But, I’ve learned that Bitch Face is what I look like neutrally, and I’ve accepted it. Not everyone has gotten to that same level of acceptance.

Men of every age seem to be so bothered that I don’t constantly look ecstatic. Their obvious grievance with my face is enough to intensify Bitch Face, but often they take it one step further – they tell me to smile. For all you dudes who can’t stop telling women to smile, you should probably know:

1. Women are not dogs. They don’t sit and lay and smile on command. They don’t want your treats, so please stop with the commands.

2. Women, just like everyone else, have a wide range of emotions. Perhaps a woman is angry and upset. Perhaps she is not. It’s none of your business which emotions women have, feel, or display, and nobody asked your permission to feel their feelings because nobody wasn’t seeking it.

3. Women don’t smile at every moment of neutral feelings. A woman may not be upset at all; she may be feeling nothing particular. However, women are not constantly wowed and amazed with the world around them, broadly smiling at streets, traffic lights, and each and every person who crosses their paths. The world is not pure, bewildering bliss to all women. If it’s a normal day, the average woman won’t be spending all 24 hours smiling.

4. If you see a woman looking less than pleased, it’s likely that someone just harassed her on the street. If not, she may be considering the alternate route she took to her destination to avoid some asshole who usually harasses  her on the street. Nether make most women too smiley.

Plus, can you imagine the reverse? Can you imagine a world where women approach men they don’t know and demand they feel and act a certain way? Doesn’t it just sound silly? And that’s what leads me to my initial question – why do men want me to smile so damn much? Does my smiling face brighten their day? (I’m not here to brighten anyone’s day.) Maybe. My theory is that is has less to do with my facial expression and more to do with a need to assert one’s power and dominance that male privilege affords them.

So the next time I hear, “Come on, why don’t you just smile?” I’ll continue on my way, making whatever face I want, and that might just make me smile… a little.

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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