The Everyday Sexism Project exists to catalogue instances of sexism experienced by women on a day to day basis. They might be serious or minor, outrageously offensive or so niggling and normalised that you don’t even feel able to protest. Say as much or as little as you like, use your real name or a pseudonym – it’s up to you. By sharing your story you’re showing the world that sexism does exist, it is faced by women everyday and it is a valid problem to discuss.

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2014-10-15-03-50-49

I've played the drums since I was around 12-13 years old, and I really enjoy playing. I'm in 11th grade now and am on the high school drumline (which by the way, only has 2 other girls besides me out of a total of 20), and all of the guys constantly make rude comments toward me and the other girls in the line. It doesn't matter how good I am, I need to be twice as good to even be considered at the same level as one of the guys. Even though I'm much better than most of them, I've never gotten a solo or been in a leadership position. The band director made one of the girls center, and every guy on the drumline constantly makes fun of her and says how much she sucks- she's 10 times better than all of them! Gosh it makes me so mad- like having a penis is required to keep a beat and play the drums.

2014-10-14-22-33-29

High schools pretend that sexism doesn't exist but when teachers ask for people to move boxes and then laugh when I raise my hand and say to me, "I meant guys, not girls. You couldn't possibly do this", it's kind of hard to believe. Another huge misconception that people, especially high school students, have is that bringing up women's inequality is some sort of taboo and makes you equal to a "bra-burning feminist".

2014-10-14-22-17-31

When I was a freshmen in high school, I was called out in the middle of English class by an older guy who commented about the size of my breasts and asked if I wanted to have sex in the back of his car after class. Everyone around me heard what he said but they either looked away or laughed because they thought it was funny. Instead of standing up for myself, I became extremely embarrassed and didn't say anything. The next morning on the ride to school, I tried to beg my mum to let me stay home because I was terrified of going to class and having to see him again. This went on for about a month before I finally turned around and told him to shut up and mind his own business. Looking back, I wish I would have had more courage to tell him and the people around me that you couldn't talk to a fourteen year old girl, or anyone, like that, but at the time I felt like somehow it was my fault that he had singled me out even though I was wearing the required school uniform and quietly reading.

2014-10-14-20-53-22

I was the chairperson of a committee for a year; I got too busy to do it myself so I asked for some help. This man came along who couldn't even type an agenda (he writes it on a yellow legal pad and color copies it...) He just sent me an email that he is out of town but that I will be okay without him. You think?

2014-10-14-19-29-38

Small Success:
In high school, I had already been training as a runner for years. During PE, we had to run the mile one day. The teacher split us up into girls vs boys, 1)because there was probably 50+ of us in the class, 2)because yes, on average guys do run faster than girls without training. (focusing on the without training part) When we got to the track, I had been dreading the moment, and coach called for the boys to come to the line. I walked up there with them. He looked at me with a small bit of shock. I simply said "I can run just as fast as the guys and you know it." So he nodded, looked at the rest of the girls and said "anyone else?" No one else came up, but he asked. He didn't do it angrily or condescending, he just asked because it made no difference to him. What shouldn't be a success however, is that it surprised me.
For the record, only one boy beat me. He ran a 5:45 mile, I ran a 6:00 mile.

2014-10-14-19-15-49

I live in an apartment complex. My back door faces a big open grassy area between buildings for the kids to play in, and a gazebo for people to sit and relax. I only have one window, facing into my bedroom, and a sliding glass door for a back door, so if I need air, I open the back door, screen closed.(poor planning IMO, but besides the point) One night, I am getting ready for a night out. Mind you, I got dressed in my bathroom, and was now just putting on my boots and makeup out in my own living room. I start hearing comments, and subtle catcalls from the gazebo outside. The two younger men that were there had taken up positions in the gazebo like I was putting on some wild show for their entertainment. Yes, I had my window open, yes I live in an apartment complex, but it is in a nice neighborhood, and since when is it okay to peer into people's homes at all?? If someone came and sat on the sidewalk of a house and watched the people inside, they could get arrested. I was so uncomfortable by it all that I sealed up the house and left before my ride even got there. When my best friend picked me up, and I told him the story, the only thing he had to say was "you shouldn't have had your window open." Not acceptable. Absolutely not. I refuse to believe that I am not allowed to have my windows open, that it is my responsibility to keep others from catcalling me. I wasn't walking around naked. I was putting on my shoes and makeup to leave. I will not be sorry for having my window open. I will be sorry for not somehow telling the men to grow up.