Mmm, yes: 13yo me being grabbed at by the lost-looking young man outside the language school when I stopped to offer him help - & then made it clear the streets of London were not, contrary to what he’d apparently been told, paved with whores.
He’d have had no right to say what he did, much less put his hands on me, had I been a heavily made-up grown woman leaving nothing to the imagination at night. It was, though, a sunny Saturday late-afternoon; I was in a baggy sweatshirt & those Adidas trousers with the zip-up pockets; if he were paying attention to my shopping it was clearly for a household, not usual child/teen stuff (but I don’t think he was); and on top of looking younger than I was, I sounded (as in, the actual noise of my voice) younger too. As far as he was concerned though, I was fair game.
So I broke free (with the twisty move meant EXACTLY for if someone has grabbed you like that, which I’d learned to assuage others’ fears about my long mostly-solo journey to & from school) & ran. He wasn’t stupid enough to chase me into a crowded area.
I didn’t tell anyone until the end of last year, that initial conviction it must have somehow been my fault finally having worn away.
Using their nonsense rules I know I’m a woman because of the type & volume of street harassment I experience[d pre-covid, am now essentially a hermit]; & how Patriarchy Chicken worked for me even when I was on crutches, in a wheelchair, using a [single] bannister, or visibly struggling to mobilise. Yes, men bounding gaily up/down the stairs really do expect visibly frail women who are clinging to the bannister to navigate them in the opposite direction to move out of their way. I quite often thought I was going to get flattened by one who’d fail to put the brakes on or change course in time. Often they’d stop, expectantly, in front of me, presumably waiting for me to humbly apologise & drop into a curtesy as I moved aside for them.
But truly though, it is a nonsense - I am a woman because of my body; & it is that same body that causes such experiences. Women are far more, of course, than our biology - it it is our biology, the fact of our being female, that makes us women, that is what we share as a group. We are more than our biology but we cannot escape it - & womanhood cannot simply be identified into.