Feminism | Posted by Blythe Drucker on 10/11/2016
My Fight To End Sexist Harassment In Schools
In the summer of 2015, I discovered feminism. While I had previously been aware of the fight for gender equality, I had never really educated myself on the movement and its values. Like many others, I was aware of the stigma that clings to the word “feminist” but was not entirely aware of its actual definition. For that reason, I was not exactly jumping at the opportunity to brand myself with the title. But then, I spent ten days at Barnard College’s Young Women’s Leadership institute, and everything changed.
At YWLI, I was surrounded by young women who proudly fought for the feminist cause. At first, I was intimidated by their knowledge and worried that what little I knew about the movement was inadequate, yet that trepidation soon passed …
Feminism | Posted by Amanda G on 09/7/2015
From Girl to “Princess”: Experiencing Sexual Harassment for the First Time
It happened a couple of weeks after my 12th birthday. I hadn’t entered high school, I didn’t have my period or a crush on anyone. I was too young to experience the best, empowering parts of my sexuality, but was apparently old enough to experience one of the worst: sexual harassment.
Even though it was a few years ago, I still remember the first incident like it was yesterday. Brace-faced and bespectacled, I set out (with my mother, no less) on a routine trip to the grocery store. It happened not even a full minute before we split up to get different items.
I walked by a man who appeared to be in his thirties. He whistled and said, “Hey there, Princess.”
My immediate reaction was surprise. Before this …
Feminism | Posted by Megan G on 03/20/2015
Nightclubs: A Culture of Harassment
The first time I experienced harassment in a club, a man came up behind me and put his hand under my dress and in between my legs. I was horrified. I felt dirty, violated and mortified. As the night went on, however, my feelings changed to anger. How dare he touch me like that without any consent? When my anger reached a boiling point I left the club to get some air and squawked indignantly about what had just happened as soon as I saw my friends. A few minutes later I learned that the same man had grabbed one of my friends bums and then just laughed. It was after this night that I decided to find out more.
It has become clear that my friend and …
Feminism | Posted by Lana S on 11/26/2014
What Are You Teaching Your Children?
Sometimes I walk into my high school and realize that the young boys and girls who surround me will grow up and have children of their own. Just like we learn from our parents, so will our future children learn from us.
That’s when I panic.
There’s one kid in my class who particularly worries me a lot. He is sixteen years old and preaches equality because he’s a self proclaimed “punk rocker” yet still talks shit about women. What’s worse, he genuinely believes in what he says. I don’t think he is trying to be a bad person when he says he truly believes that rape is not just the attacker’s fault, but the victim’s as well. Someone – maybe his father, maybe another influential adult – taught him …
Feminism | Posted by Chloe H on 10/17/2014
Street Harassment: It’s Not A Compliment
It was a hot Los Angeles Saturday and I decided to walk my dog down my usually quiet residential street. I was sixteen at the time and wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Three men, probably in their late twenties, pulled up to the curb next to me in a black BMW sedan. The driver, who was wearing black Ray Ban sunglasses, opened his window. “Hey,” he said, raising his eyebrows at his friends. “We should check her for STDs before we f*ck her!”
He smirked and his friends laughed and hooted. I stood frozen. My mouth fell open slightly, in shock. The driver revved the engine and zoomed down the street. For a few minutes, I couldn’t move while my dog tugged anxiously at her leash. What just happened? …
Feminism, Pop-Culture | Posted by Alex S on 07/25/2014
All The Ladies Who Truly Feel Me, Throw Your Hands Up At Me (Or: #WWBD)
Last weekend I saw Beyoncé in concert. It was a tremendously epic and empowering evening and everything one would hope and expect seeing Beyoncé in the flesh would be.
But that’s not the point of this post.
I traveled to New Jersey from NYC for Bey. It wasn’t exactly an unreasonable schlep on an ordinary day, but when you’re attempting to cram essentially an entire MetLife Stadium’s worth of rabid Beyoncé fans on a limited number of trains between two points within a very specific window of time, you’ve got yourself a recipe for disaster.
Yet that’s still not entirely the point of this post (plus, when Beyoncé asks you to do something, you just do it, you know).
Thanks to the nightmare that was the post-concert trip home, my …
Feminism | Posted by Dana B on 08/1/2012
Surviving Rape: What I Want Other College Students to Know About Title IX
Title IX: Not Just About Sports
After-rape is to be consumed by emptiness, isolation, fear, shame, and anger.
And after-rape at college is to be confronted by my rapist every day—on the quad, in the library, at breakfast. It is to be ceaselessly reminded of the moments in which power and control were stripped from me, in which I had no option but to let go and resign myself to the fact that this was really happening.
I was raped my sophomore year of college by a male student at my school. In the weeks after the assault, he followed me around campus, physically blocked me from going up the steps into my dorm, and threatened my friends. One Friday at three in the morning, he tried to break into …
Feminism | Posted by Annie A on 05/2/2011
My Reasons Why
Tonight I spoke with the grandfather of a friend of mine after a basketball game. The game had just ended, and we were standing around, waiting for the team to emerge from the locker room, making the usual sort of losing team whiny small talk that one might expect, when a cheerleader walked by. We had seen her all night, selling raffle tickets, flirting with the guys’ team, doing her cheer thing, but mostly, we saw her wearing that uniform.
Now at the end of the game, she’s walking to her locker room, minding her own business, and this sweet little old man looks at me and comments, “I guess she likes that uniform.” “Uh I guess so” was all I could say, not really feeling …