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rinueI continue to be horrified by contemporary American teen boy culture. I stepped out of the paint store and a group of white boys in a car started yelling "hey pussy, hey pussy, hey pussy, look at you pussy." The five women on the street immediately tensed up - but no, they continued with "does that P stand for pussy," at which point I figured out they were catcalling the one guy on the street, who had a P on his shirt that I'd guess represented some sports team or school. When one of them women was obviously upset, the boys' response was a defensive "it's okay, he's our friend." As though by yelling they weren't also talking to everyone else on the street.
It actually makes it worse that it didn't occur to them to take into account the five women present, that we were invisible to them. It's the ultimate misogyny, the ultimate entitlement, to not bother to notice who is on the street with you. What luxury to not think other people have feelings, or ears. What privilege to assume they can't or won't hurt you back. And this is Winchester. You can bet every one of the women had graduate degrees, money, lawyers, and some measure of political influence.
I don't remember it being this bad when I was younger. I don't remember white guys from 16 to 80 feeling free to call me out or shout sexual profanity without a sense that it was transgressive. Some measure of that has to come from good luck, and from being something of a hermit; I'm sure that played a factor. But I don't think that explains it all the way. I don't understand how macho culture can be so resilient, or who is passing it down, or why we seem to have decided again that it's not important. There was a moment in the late 70's and early 80's when we were going to change things. And then we didn't. Maybe it's because the Cosby Show ended. Maybe it's because Jim Henson died. I don't know.
It actually makes it worse that it didn't occur to them to take into account the five women present, that we were invisible to them. It's the ultimate misogyny, the ultimate entitlement, to not bother to notice who is on the street with you. What luxury to not think other people have feelings, or ears. What privilege to assume they can't or won't hurt you back. And this is Winchester. You can bet every one of the women had graduate degrees, money, lawyers, and some measure of political influence.
I don't remember it being this bad when I was younger. I don't remember white guys from 16 to 80 feeling free to call me out or shout sexual profanity without a sense that it was transgressive. Some measure of that has to come from good luck, and from being something of a hermit; I'm sure that played a factor. But I don't think that explains it all the way. I don't understand how macho culture can be so resilient, or who is passing it down, or why we seem to have decided again that it's not important. There was a moment in the late 70's and early 80's when we were going to change things. And then we didn't. Maybe it's because the Cosby Show ended. Maybe it's because Jim Henson died. I don't know.
