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“The harassment hasn’t stopped, what’s different is that I don’t let it stop me.”

March 7, 2013 By Contributor

Editor’s Note: Lorna Ciani lives in Rome and studies Illustration. She is the person behind the new Tumblr Princess Walnut and she kindly agreed to tell SSH’s readers about her project and what inspired it!

SSH: How has street harassment touched your life?

LC: I have been experiencing street harassment since I was 14 and the only thing that’s changed over the years is my reaction to it. As a teenager I was extremely intimidated and ashamed by it.

As a 20-year-old I felt oppressed, which resulted in a persistent sense of powerlessness. It made me very uncomfortable to be honked at by drivers or commented on when I went jogging or walking alone, for instance, so what did I do? I stayed home. Catcalls and unwanted sexual attention undermined my sense of self-worth and made me feel vulnerable and self-conscious, not to mention humiliated.

Now, at 22, harassment makes me combative and even more determined to reclaim my right to walk down the street with dignity. It’s only been a few months since I started working on what I’ve now dubbed the “Walnut Project” and examining the experiences of women worldwide through websites like Hollaback! and StopStreetHarassment.org, but this short time has been enough to make me want to stand up and fight back. I go jogging now. I go out whenever and wherever I want.

The harassment hasn’t stopped, what’s different is that I don’t let it stop me.

SSH: Good for you! What inspired your illustrations and project?

LC: The first inspiration for Princess Walnut came to me last autumn after talking to a male acquaintance who seemed genuinely shocked to discover that no, I and women everywhere do not appreciate being yelled, whistled, leered or stared at, commented on or solicited in the middle of the street, just as we don’t appreciate being followed, groped, stalked or assaulted. It seemed obvious to me, but there was this man assuring me wide-eyed that he’d never stopped to think how women might feel about it, and that he wouldn’t stand for it anymore now that he knew how upsetting it is.

That’s when I realized how much harm can come from ignorance: bystanders aren’t necessarily indifferent, they may not know exactly what it is they’re witnessing. They subscribe to the tired old belief that street harassment is just a guy’s way of paying women a compliment, that is if they even stop to consider the matter at all.

I felt a sudden, unstoppable need to do something: to create something that would draw attention to the topic of harassment, introduce and educate about it in a lighthearted way, and to which those who already know very well what harassment is and what effects it has could relate and be reminded that we’re all in it together, we all go through the same kind of thing over and over again and all of us are tired of it.

I communicate more effectively through images, not words, so there wasn’t much question about my project taking the form of a picture book; coincidentally, I was expected to produce one for my Project Management class and I had intended it to be a modern feminist fairy tale in any case. The trouble was that a picture book discussing a distressing, unpleasant, triggering topic like street harassment ran the risk of being a distressing, unpleasant and triggering read.

What’s more, I wasn’t sure I felt like drawing a cartoonified bunch of perverts. It sounds like an extreme reaction, I know, but the idea really put me off. I get my fair share of them on the street and I don’t want to have to think about them any more than I have to, never mind picture them in detail in my mind and breathe life into them on paper.

So I came up with the idea of allegorically substituting them with archetypal fairy tale bad guys, dragons. Not just one big bad evil dragon hiding in its lair, but lots of them walking the streets and mingling with everyone else. Traditionally a dragon’s bane is a knight, but of course I wasn’t about to let my princess mooch in a tower waiting for someone else to save the kingdom.

I wanted to tell an empowering story, make it entertaining, and use it to ridicule age-old roles and clichès. Even disregarding her fondness for slobbing around in front of the TV in her pyjamas on Sundays, Walnut remains an unlikely candidate for a fairy tale princess simply by not being defined at all by her looks, but solely by her aim: to stamp out street harassment. As many funny comebacks as she might make (almost all of them, as well as the dragons’ sleazy commentary, are episodes drawn from real life experiences shared on the Hollaback website. I have to say, there are some very witty people out there), I feel there is really only one way to overcome street harassment once and for all and this involves all of us, that’s what this book is all about. Standing together, fighting together, making a change together.

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“I felt terror and discomfort”

February 28, 2013 By Contributor

Everyone loves a Saturday night out, right? After all, what’s better than being with some friends and enjoying some drinks? But ah-ha! You’re not me — the girl that used to love Saturday now a Saturday hater.

Why, you ask? It’s simple. It starts with the scene I used to be part of. I was into dressing in corsets and what people would call “fetish” dress, and yep, head’s do turn when you head to the clubs; but alas, I am no longer part of the scene.

Catcalling, groping, leering and whistling was what I used to get from men when I headed out into town on a Saturday night. It’s worse when you’re in the clubs — especially when you sit on your own for a while. Once a guy sat next to me and started to rub my leg and even threw handcuffs onto me without my consent. I felt assaulted and my personal space violated.

Outside the clubs, when groups of men walked where my friends and I walked I used to lower my head and look away — scared that they were going to call/assault me. No woman should have to feel such fear when she’s out with her friends, but I did and still do when I’m asked to join them in bars/pubs.

Sounds crazy but I avoid nights out now because my fear is too great. Being a rape survivor doesn’t help but being harassed by men adds to the anxiety I already feel. If I could sum up how I felt when I used to go out it would be that I felt terror and discomfort.

So what about when I’m out of the clubs? Am I still harassed? You bet! When I go for my usual jogging routine the heads turn and an odd gesture/comment is made but thank god for music players and headphones. They’re a god-send!

Ignorant people will say, “What do you expect? The way you dressed and all, you were asking for attention.” But I tell them this: I was sure as hell NOT asking to be harassed! Regardless of what people think – woman should be allowed to wear whatever the hell they like without any unwanted attention.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll be able to go out one day without being the centre of attention; heck — I’ll go out one night in tacky jeans and a t-shirt and I’ll still get harassed. Nothing ever changes!

I guess I’m used to it now; but like most people I long for the day when I can jog and go about my daily life without being the victim of street harassment.. It’s nice to think about that one, and yes — I live in hope.

Perhaps you should too!

– Sammy D

Location: Fife, Scotland (United Kingdom)

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USA: Free Lurkers with Gym Membership

February 27, 2013 By Contributor

By Natasha Vianna, SSH Correspondent

Photography by Randy M Ury Corbis

A few years ago, I signed up for a gym membership for the first time in my life. It was exciting! I am a mom so getting back to working out, losing the baby weight, and feeling good was all an amazing concept. And that’s all it ever was, a concept. By the end of my first gym visit, I hated the gym because of the men.

Day one at the gym included some cardio, some zumba, and some weights. What I didn’t realize is that my membership not only granted me access to the gym and childcare center, but it also included creepy stares from lurky men and free, new unwanted nicknames from the desperate.

My first day was horrifying. As I was on the treadmill, I felt so uncomfortable as I watched two guys walk behind me to just stand there and stare at my ass. And when I walked to the water fountain, someone strategically met me there at the same time to watch me bend over for a sip.

I never felt so uncomfortable in my life. The experience and the staring were in no way flattering to me. In fact, when I went home, all I could do was look for workout clothes that weren’t clingy. At one point, I even asked myself if I was dressing too sexy for the gym.

One evening, the scariest perk of my co-ed gym membership surfaced. A man from the gym followed me to my car at night. As I carried my 3 year-old daughter, he walked only a few steps behind us and I didn’t notice him until I was already opening my car door. Nervously, I locked her inside and asked him what he wanted. He insisted I give him my phone number and when I said no, he told me that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Not even a moment later, someone from the gym walked outside and startled him. I smiled and waved them over. He looked back at me and told me he would try again tomorrow. I never went back to the gym again.

So today, when I was talking to a male friend, I told him I couldn’t go to co-ed gyms anymore. He asked me why and I told him the story. His first few comments included: “Why would you go to a gym filled with guys?” and, “What were you wearing?”

I pulled out his male privilege card and reminded him that I was a woman and he was a man. Never in his life would he be asked those questions if a woman harassed him. Never in his life would he be asked if he was wearing clothes that were too tight after complaining about someone following him to his car. Yet, here I stand constantly talking about the types of harassment I endured and the first thing some people ask is how I evoked or provoked my mistreatment.

Women should be able to wear anything anywhere without worrying about a man’s ability to control himself. Women should be able to go to a co-ed gym and work out peacefully. Gyms should have zero tolerance for sexual harassment and should be concerned about the safety and well-being of their members. Some co-ed gyms have implemented designated areas of the gym for women with the machines women are more likely to use. While this seems like a solution, it’s a joke. The machines are usually shitty and only 1/10 of what is offered in the gym.

How awesome would it be to see a sign on every wall reminding members that sexual harassment is not tolerated? Or if a portion of every single person’s contract included a sexual harassment clause?

Have you ever been harassed at the gym? Share your story.

Natasha Vianna, a fearless activist and young feminist, is a freelance writer and blogger based out of Boston, MA. Follow her on twitter!

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“I’ve been harassed for several years now”

February 24, 2013 By Contributor

I am a 58 yr old female & I’ve been harassed for several years now. At first I didn’t think much about it, but as I continued to cut my grass in my back yard, each time I started I heard a shotgun being fired. Then I would hear shots almost every time, even when I would come home & park at my front door at night, as soon as I would get out of my car.

I have many details but most recently as of 1/18/13 I went out in the backyard to wash the wheels on my car & suddenly I hear the familiar shots again at which time I was very frustrated & stuck my finger up. To say the least the person was watching because different men have been following me since then, every place I go. I am constantly harassed because someone is feeling very insecure unstable about themselves & must feel threatened by the ” finger”. I have no idea why anyone is watching me with all these different people making gestures & faces at me but will not approach me because I have someone with me every time I go out. I no longer feel secure in America, why should this be happening to me? I’ve never committed a crime or anything why are men such bullies harassing innocent people?

– Ja

Location: Fayetteville, NC

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“I hate men who leer and stare”

February 24, 2013 By Contributor

Men in Asheville, North Carolina, are upsetting. I hate men who leer and stare and smile at me, even while I fire back looks of disgust or stare them right back down. I want to carry around a carton of eggs with me so I can fire them at nasty perverts who won’t stop making me uncomfortable with their stares- either from the safety of their cars or their posses.

Men in Buenos Aires are just as bad. They don’t hide their stares, but at least most men down there are more chivalrous and hold the door open for all women and let her onto the bus first.

– H.A.D.

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