YAW unforunately does reflect reality for women today, at least as I recognize in the US. I’m sure in what we refer to as “emerging” nations at my work it’s much, much worse. No one is threatening to kill me for my religion this week, for example.
I will have to have different talks with both of my children. My daughter will have to be taught that nothing and nowhere is safe. My son will have to be taught that no means no, and that includes group settings, alcohol and all the things that young people have trouble with. I hope that both of them will help others in trouble, think Steubenville, but peer pressure is such a hard thing to overcome. So as a parent, all you can do is talk, teach and hope.
Here’s the fun part, as a woman, you can’t even really know that the people you call for help will be safe. Even the police, aren’t always safe. You just have to take your chances and go with your gut.
So if the whole YAW/NAM is making men uncomfortable, I think that was the point. Because we are uncomfortable. Every day. And we raise our daughters to be too. It becomes background noise after awhile, but it’s there.
And I completely get the reaction that YOU are not one of THEM. Fantastic. The point was for YOU to understand for just a minute what it’s like to be US.
So what do we do? Other threads I’ve been on have compared this to the MADD campaign against drunk driving. It takes time. So we’re probably going to be talking about this for awhile. I’d apologize, only I’m not really sorry. My daughter might be growing up with this, but maybe my grandkids won’t have to deal with quite as much sh*t.
So what do we do? Other posters have made excellent suggestions - but basically, be the change - speak up against the creaper on the bus, against the jokes at work, don’t hit on that drunk chick at the bar. It’s not just about what happens when women are in the room, it’s also about what happens when we’re not.
And women have to be part of this too. I make myself speak up when I’m interrupted at work. I correct the guy looking at my chest, and I take my space at the table. And it felt really weird at first. Cause we’re not raised that way. And maybe someone might say I’m “loud” (they haven’t said it to me though), but I guarantee I don’t get any more job reviews where they say “I’m too quiet in meetings.”