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When I was in college I took a political science course because that's what people do. I am a bit of a know it all. I love answering questions and delving into discussions. All of my professors appreciated that... except for this one. I was in a medium sized class. It was too small to be considered auditorium but too big to be considered intimate either. There were about 70-80 students. He asked us if anyone wanted to play the role of third world dictator. I excitedly raised my hand, practically wiggling in my seat and ready to put on my best Control Freak. But, I couldn't be a third world dictator because, "Women are not third world dictators."

I was furious. At least he didn't call me a girl though.


Men routinely ignore me and defer to my male boss when asking questions about our products at work. I am perfectly knowledgeable about what we sell, I know that they deny my abilities or don't trust my opinion because I am a woman.


As an retail associate working in the electronics department, I am regularly passed up by customers who believe that my male coworkers know more about the products than I do. While I will readily admit that I am not an expert in everything related to electronics, I am also not a complete idiot. I know enough about the department and the basics of phones, computers, and game systems that I am capable of answering most of our customers' questions. However, on multiple occasions, I have answered the phone at work only to be asked if there is a male associate around that the caller can speak to about an issue. If my answer to a customer's question is not what he or she wants to hear, that person will often look to the nearest male associate, even one from another department, and ask if he might know the answer. Usually he gives the exact same answer I did.
Another part of the job that irritates me is the attitude that male customers have toward female associates. They tend to think that we are incapable of lifting anything heavier than a DVD, so they must lift the TV for us. I've lifted plenty of televisions, stereo systems, and other boxes without help. Then there are the inevitable "sweethearts" and "babies" that come with many of these transactions.


The first time I can remember being sexually assaulted I was 12. I was on vacation with my best friend and we had been swimming in the pool when these guys came up and were talking to us trying to get us to hang out with them it turns out they were both 17. We told them we had to leave and got out. Later that night they ran into us again and one of them kept trying to get me to go to his room. I told him no over and over. Eventually he dragged me by my arms on the floor to the elevator shut the door and pinned me against the wall. He kept trying to shove his tongue in my mouth and kept rubbing my breasts and crotch. I just stopped fighting and waited till he was done. He left and I cried myself to sleep that night. This would be the beginning of many attacks that I have had to live with in my life. Women and children should not have to live this way.


Today I was walking downtown to return some DVDs to the library. Right before I reached the library, I passed three men who were sitting on the sidewalk near the dropbox. As I walked by, one yelled out, "Hey beautiful!" I don't talk to people who are only interested in me because I have breasts and a vagina, so I ignored them and kept walking. This is when they got nasty. "Oh, so you don't talk to black guys?" If there's any way to make being the victim as everyday sexism even worse, it's being accused of being a racist while being victimized. I dropped the DVDs in the dropbox and continued on to the cross walk so that I could walk back on the opposite side of the street. The men, of course, noticed this, and continued to hurl insults at me as I returned in the direction from which I had come. Thanks for ruining my day, you worthless slobs.


I go down to florida to a friend of a friend's birthday party. I am standing in a group of 2 boys and 1 other girl, and then me. They three of them then started to talk about how all women are "crazy" and when I chose to defend women, the two men started to laugh at me and say that all women are. The other woman I was with chose to blankly stare at me and not say anything.

She was stoned, but I wish that more women wouldn't be afraid to stand up for other women in these situations. Calling women crazy because they have opinions, voices, and function as human, other than the objects that men think we are, is absurd and unnecessary.