At first, I'd posted, "Not me, but I support the ones who say #metoo."
I said that because I've never been raped. Nor have I ever been victimized by a male boss or coworker demanding sexual favors as a condition of employment.
But I did share with her an experience I had in the eighth grade.
A boy classmate tried to force a ring on my finger in class one day. I nearly twisted my finger trying not to accept it. Somehow, it ended up in my purse. When he demanded it back on a later date, I looked for it and couldn't find it.
I told my friend about that incident and she asked, where was the teacher? (I don't know; and that is a good question.)
She said, that was assault at the very least.
And then I shared a remark the same boy made on another occasion: "Your little sister drinks milk from your breasts, doesn't she?"
I'd said, "I don't have a little sister."
And then I shared a remark the same boy made on another occasion: "Your little sister drinks milk from your breasts, doesn't she?"
I'd said, "I don't have a little sister."
The implications of that statement didn't hit me until years later: what he was basically saying was that I had a baby that was young enough to be a "little sister."
My friend said, okay, THAT I would classify as sexual harassment.
While writing this, I thought of something else: while working in an inner-city school library, I told a student to leave the library because he didn't have a hall pass. In response, he thrust his crotch at me and said, "That's my pass."
I guess that could be interpreted as a threat of sexual assault. (I left that job after three months.)
So . . . I'll throw in my #metoo.
The number of #metoos I've seen on my social media feed this week is saddening and sickening; and there are women who could have posted, "me, too" and didn't because they didn't feel comfortable.
And there are men who could have posted #metoo as well.
When we let harassers off with "kids will be kids, suck it up and deal with it," when we do wink-wink, nudge-nudge while discussing certain attitudes of people; and most of all, when we make people feel guilty and ashamed for speaking up, we create the exact climate where #metoo flourishes.
And then we wonder why so many #metoos show up in our social media feed.
Just my .04, adjusted for inflation.
My friend said, okay, THAT I would classify as sexual harassment.
While writing this, I thought of something else: while working in an inner-city school library, I told a student to leave the library because he didn't have a hall pass. In response, he thrust his crotch at me and said, "That's my pass."
I guess that could be interpreted as a threat of sexual assault. (I left that job after three months.)
So . . . I'll throw in my #metoo.
The number of #metoos I've seen on my social media feed this week is saddening and sickening; and there are women who could have posted, "me, too" and didn't because they didn't feel comfortable.
And there are men who could have posted #metoo as well.
When we let harassers off with "kids will be kids, suck it up and deal with it," when we do wink-wink, nudge-nudge while discussing certain attitudes of people; and most of all, when we make people feel guilty and ashamed for speaking up, we create the exact climate where #metoo flourishes.
And then we wonder why so many #metoos show up in our social media feed.
Just my .04, adjusted for inflation.
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