I was on my way back from seeing a friend at the weekend. I ended up getting a busy, full train and having to stand in the vestibule along with a group of men (aged roughly mid-30s to 50s) who, it transpired, had been to the races.
I am a middle-aged “invisible” woman. Except I wasn’t invisible on that train. When one of them went to use the train loo, I was invited to join him. Cue much laughter and “go on my son” type comments and ribaldry from his mates. For the next twenty minutes or so I was on their radar and had to stand there, smiling through gritted teeth so as not to antagonise them further while while they “included” me in their jokes and commented on my outfit, trying to guess where I’d been and where I was going. Thankfully after 20 minutes a woman in a seat further down the coach started making preparations to get off and beckoned me over to make sure I got her vacated seat.
I doubt I was in any real physical danger. So far as they were concerned it was just a bit of fun. I was just a handy female, a prop for them to show off to each other with stupid jokes. It wasn’t personal or targeted. If any other woman had been standing there, it would have been her. But I am so fucking tired of it. Of seeing it, and being on the receiving end of it when I’m too old for this shit. It made my journey something to endured, something where I was counting the minutes to my station so I could get out of there.
Men need to grow the fuck up and start realising women deserve basic respect. Until that happens, I’d take a 9pm curfew thanks.