This Twitter thread illustrates this is all too well. https://twitter.com/julie_cohen/status/1370013467500044289?s=19
(It feels like sharing something already public is a good way to talk about what it’s like without asking people to revisit unpleasant memories. CW for men making a woman feel unsafe. No harm comes to her.)
Across from me on the Tube carriage, were three men. Middle aged, white, middle class. They looked like dads at my son’s school. They’d been at a party, or a sporting event; they were drunk and very merry. They kept on looking at me and sniggering. Finally one said ‘Nice hat.’ 4/
I’m a grown-up. I’m a successful, confident woman. I’ve been taught to be pleasant to people. I’ve been taught to be pleasant to men. I said ‘Thank you,’ and smiled. Then I looked away. But they kept trying to talk to me. They kept sniggering. Trying to flirt. 5/
But I didn’t say anything. I was successful, pretty, professional, grown-up. A mother, a teacher, a writer. A bestseller. I’d been all of these things before I stepped into that carriage and they spoke to me and laughed. Now, I was a pair of tits in a hat. 7/
Now these were really normal-seeming guys. They weren’t scary looking. They were having fun. I wasn’t having fun any more, but they were. In a normal way. Three of them, one of me. No one on the carriage said anything. 9/
I got off the train at my stop. I walked away, not looking back. Until I heard them behind me. They’d got off too. They were following me. Laughing and yelling, ‘Hey, Jemima! Where are you going, Jemima? Can we try on your hat, Jemima?’
I told myself that this is okay. 11/
Here’s what these normal men probably did. They laughed some more. Traded some bants. They went home to their wives and kids. Next day they remembered that they had a great time, saw a pretty woman on the train and flirted with her. Had a laugh.
Here’s what I did. 13/
I walked quickly out of sight. Took off my hat. Pulled on a scarf. Tucked up my hair. Walked to the next platform, took a train in the opposite direction. Rode it one stop, got out. Took another train back to my destination. Looked around for the men in case they hadn’t left. 14/
We can’t tell which men are safe because even the ones who are supposedly safe feel enabled to humiliate us for fun. No men are safe. Normal men aren’t safe. We are never safe because our society believes that the safety of women is not as important as the entitlement of men. 18/
I was fine, in the end. I was safe. They didn’t mean any harm.
I have never worn that dress again. I will never forget how they stripped everything from me: my enjoyment, my feeling of safety, my professional achievement, my self-esteem. Even my name. 16/
This is an unhappy story. There’s nothing Julie, who went to a party and got the Tube home, could or should have done to avoid this. It’s equally obvious what the three perpetrators could and should have done to avoid it. But what is anyone, anywhere proposing that would make them do the right thing?