BIL is a bit of a twat. He's very TWAW and "Be Kind" and al the rest of it and for some reason I got myself a bit annoyed about it this morning (I haven't even seen or spoken to him in weeks).
And then I had this revelation. When I was 15, the girls were kept after assembly once. Lots of people had been complaining about the girls being verbally harassed, some flashing etc. We were given the usual spiel about being careful etc but it was all finished with the head teacher telling us that we should also stop wearing our skirts so short and our socks so low....
I didn't hear the term victim blaming for probably another 20 years but I instinctively understood in that moment. I remember being absolutely FURIOUS because the day before I'd had two men in a van making lewd comments as I was on my way to a friend's house. Her mum was driving us to a cross country race and I was wearing my cross country kit, a tracksuit, a chunky jumper that belonged to my much older brother and a beanie. So not exactly provocative.
And then, as I was thinking about it, I realised, "hang on, BIL is always banging on about being kind and that supposedly these men are actually women and all the rest of it but you know what? I weighed about 7 stone in those days, possibly less. I was very boyish - tiny waist but also tiny hips and no boobs. ZERO curves. And was wearing 4 layers of bulky clothes and those men STILL knew I was a girl. So how the actual F are we all supposed to pretend we don't know what a woman is?
It's made me absolutely furious this morning.