I was reminded of this thread yesterday.
I'm in my late 30s now and usually have a couple of small children in tow, so my degree of 'invisibility' to the pass-remarkable sorts of men who comment, leer, whistle, or worse has gone down considerably over the years.
Yesterday I biked into town, it was a beautiful day - very warm, even first thing in the morning. I was wearing bike shirts and a fitted t-shirt. I was unencumbered by children.
The contrast from the usual going about my day was unbelievably stark. At first I was cheered by the nice interactions that a beautiful summer's day brings out in people, feeling the bonhomie of the world and enjoying being out in it without kids.
But it wasn't long before I was suddenly having all sorts of old, familiar feelings of anxiety. The sorts of feelings I'd pretty much forgotten about, but as I recalled, used to make up a notable part of my life when I was younger, and out and about.
That feeling when you spot 3 or more men in, say, hi-vis jackets in the distance - in your path, that you know you have to walk past. They stop what they're doing, position themselves for a better view - and if you're !lucky' that's all they do - give you a group appreciative look as you walk past. If not so 'lucky' you'll get a few comments as well. You have to smile and acknowledge them and play along, because if you don't, as a lone women in ratio to multiple men, the potential situation is even more anxiety-causing than it already was.
Just for the record, I'm not an anxious type.
at the thought. I'm confident, not shy in social situations, and at ease with my place in the world. But these interactions are - unpleasant, to say the least.
They cause me to feel uneasy and just-want-to-get-it-over-with - and I'm so glad that for the most part, they're over with in my life. Yet today was such an eye-opener to how much less frequently it happens to me now, and how much more I just used to have to put up with it when I was younger.
Each interaction on its own is utterly insignificant. Absolutely insignificant from the point of view of the individual men. But when combined with several other happenings, it combines to make an annoying, unpleasant, unwelcome overall picture. It's virtually impossible to explain this to people (most - there, I said 'most'! - men) who are not on the drip-drip-drip continual receiving end of it.