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I worked for an American motorcycle company's dealership (not crotch rockets) for a couple summers in their clothing department while going to graduate school for engineering at one of the top schools in the country. What I found so interesting there was that I encountered most of the sexism from the "educated/enlightened" white collar CEO types who came in to buy bikes. I was just a dumb blonde working in the clothing department and not worth their time. They'd argue with me about the proper fittings of things like helmets etc. and ask my male manager his opinion (in which he would always reply "she knows what she's doing")

What was great though was were the stereotypical motorcycle guys, the guys TV and movies depict as being the most sexist. If a sales guy wasn't available they'd immediately come to me asking me detailed question about the bikes, what's the power, are they fuel injected, yadda yadda. Or if I answered the phone (which our department doesn't usually do) it didn't matter to them that a woman just answered the phone, they would starting telling me what was wrong with their bike and how's I'd recommend fixing it. I know a fair share about bikes and cars but not enough to help them and it's not my department so I wouldn't recommend anything for liability reasons but I loved that they gave me the benefit of the doubt. That if I worked there then I probably knew about the bikes and it didn't matter that I wasn't a guy. They'd all also ask if I road and I'd reply yes and they were genuinely excited saying "we need more women riders!" And they always wanted to know what I was doing, where I was going to school, what I was studying...genuine interest. I was a person to them not at all the way the white collar guys acted.

There's a lot of sexism out there and god knows I've encountered a lot of it but I wanted to give a shout out to those guys who aren't degrading and belittling!


I am a fourteen year old girl whose mother is a college professor. Mom world toured with her chorus, spent 7-9 months in Germany where she became fluent in German, and as such spends a lot of time around the exchange students at her college. One day she was walking with one of these students, also female, when a male student walked up and made a sexual comment, using several vulgar words. Mom was about to intervene when the exchange student looks him in the eye and says, "If you're going to say that to me, you have to tell me what it means." The guy went bright red and ran off. I wish that I had been there to see it.


In conversation with a friend, my husband asked "are you bringing your Dominican wife over? Because we have some dishes?"


Overheard lying on the otherwise peaceful beach in South Beach / Miami, Florida: A 19-year old speaking very loudly with his mates, so everybody around him had to listen to every single word he said: "Normally, you would see this whole beach full of tits, don't know what's up.. Oh I gotta go and f&*k some tits now" - he said that like 3 or 4 times and other vile misogynistic stuff that made me get up, grab my towel and leave as I was so disgusted.


When I was 15 I was date raped by a guy who was 19. We had hung out a couple times before and he said he liked me. One night we went to a party at his friend's house and some of my friends went too. All I remember is that I was in the party and then I woke up in his car and he was on top of me. The next thing I remember after that was sitting naked in his car wondering where I was and what had happened to my clothes. He had gone back inside to go to a party. When I finally admitted to my friends what had happened after being in denial for so long, they said that I probably wanted it.


I reported a teacher last year for sexual harassment and nothing was done. I was told he would stay away from me. He now stands outside of my classes trying to intimidate me. I know I'm not a victim and I wont stop going to class but somedays are really hard for me. Tomorrow I am going to start recording my walks to class and expose his behavior to the dean.