“and then she said, ‘oh ya, old guys look at me all the time, too.’” this from my daughter who was sharing a recent conversation that she had with a fellow 16-year-old.
“and get this,” she adds, rolling her eyes. “she also told me she avoids sitting down on the subway because men stand over her and look down her shirt.”
omg.
besides the fact that these stories have me raging on all sorts of levels — as a mother, as a woman, and, hell, as a human — there’s something else. it’s the fact that i absolutely know what my daughter’s friend is talking about.
before covid-19 made it death-defying to stand less than two metres apart, i too, gritted my teeth when i’d feel a warm stranger’s body leaning against my back on a crowded subway. i have also been startled by the honks from stopped cars as i was crossing the street. and then there are the barks (what’s with the barks?) from workers on rooftops.
and it’s not like this is all news to my smart, curly-haired 16-year-old. she wasn’t even a teenager when she first mentioned grey-haired toads leaning out of their cars, whistling, as she walked home with a bag of gummy worms from the bulk store. now, at her job as a host at a local, not grimy, restaurant and bar, she gets to see men behaving badly close up — and, well, it’s not pretty.