Case in point: at some point during my A/Ls a friend of mine asked me how I’d “done” seven girls. Now, unleash this horde into the world, feed them the standard stuff about how a woman should be subordinate and all that, and you basically have our parents’ generation: a whole lot of people who basically look upon a woman as property. And then you get our generation, who are distinctly aware that something is wrong, but the guys can get away with it and the girls only rant about it on Facebook without summoning the courage to ask “what the fuck’re you looking at?
Even the women are busy looking on themselves as property because they’ve been taught to be prim and proper and please everyone. Men objectify women all the time, and women objectify men just as much; you only need to look at listicles for verification. ” Instead, most of them stick to strength in numbers or summon their male friends and husbands to the fore, thus affirming the dynamic.
She could barely make it across the road to Liberty Plaza without two men following her. ___ Firstly, let’s start with the obvious: Sri Lanka, if not a rape-ey culture, a very unsafe environment for women in general.
As men, we don’t often see this – the moment we appear, all of this fades into the background, and we’re left to wonder what kind of peculiar first world problems women seem to have. To test this, a friend and I walked for about a kilometer along Thimbirigasyaya.
Sometimes it’s the easy way out: sometimes it’s the only way out.
Then we backtracked, with her walking about 50 meters ahead and me following, and I watched. This isn’t the kind of wolf-whistling you see in Hollywood movies.
It’s not the damn-she’s-hot double-take of the eyes. While my friend wasn’t touched, I think I can honestly say I’ve lost count of the times someone’s told me about being felt up under their skirt, or about being followed by a tuk, or just plain fapped at in public.
But it is true that within a small community, you get much less of the leering and the rapey faces.
This is largely because in a small community, you tend to a) know that girl and b) know that her father, brothers, uncles and/or any other males in the general vicinity know who you are and where you live.
Interaction is usually limited to a homogeneous gang of hormonal schoolboys making weird noises at an equally homogenous gang of schoolgirls. The girls I knew had better handwriting than the boys and I was damned if I was going to spend hours trying to decipher rushed scrawls.