york needs feminism

You know what I hate?

  • I hate cat-callers
  • I hate how when you complain about cat-callers, everyone nods in sympathy but nothing is actually done.
  • I hate how nothing can be done about cat-callers
  • I hate how, when I told a friend I was going into the city but didn’t want to be wearing shorts, she looked me up and down and told me that “I was probably fine but I should just be prepared for stupid comments anyway”
  • I hate how ^that is not an uncommon conversation
  • I hate how I feel the need to wear clothing that covers my body (even in warm weather) to discourage cat-callers even though it’s a testable proven fact that be catcalling has less to do with what you’re wearing and more to do with being female
  • I hate how my mother ends our conversations with “Be safe. Keep your New York City wits about you.”
  • I hate how she’s not wrong to be worried and that that is reasonable advice.
  • I hate how I know I wouldn’t be getting that send off if I was a guy.
  • I hate how I get anxious when I’m walking through the city and have to stand still at traffic lights.
  • I hate how, if you stop for too long, there is the risk of some guy trying to talk to you.
  • I hate how, once he’s started talking to you, it’s hard to get rid of him, even if you don’t respond, even if you walk away.
  • I hate how on several different occasions, guys have followed me for a couple blocks trying to talk to me
  • I hate how the only sure fire way to get rid of him is to tell him I “have a boyfriend”
  • I hate the way I watch the eyes of every guy that walks by me so I can track where he’s staring.
  • I hate the way I do 360 checks to make sure no one is following me from time to time.
  • I hate the way I mentally brace myself every time I walk pass a group of guys, or a guy standing outside a store handing out flyers, or the guys outside the Empire State Building, or a construction site
  • I hate being leered at by guys I pass.
  • I hate the creepy smiles.
  • I hate how threatening eye contact can seem. 
  • I hate how sometimes they feel entitled to try and touch me.
  • I hate being shouted at by guys on the streets. 
  • I hate how, sometimes, the shouts come from unexpected places, like guys on bicycles or guys in cars driving by
  • I hate how often they don’t say anything intelligible, just a chorus of “hey baby”s and “Omigod”s and “Damn”s and “Look at that”s and “Sexy, sexy”s and whistles and jeers and vocalizations
  • I hate when they do say something intelligible and you have to hear exactly what he wants to do to you or how he wants to do it.

Most of all…

  • I hate how you can’t say anything back. 
  • I hate how everyone tells you the smart thing to do is to just swallow your pride, keep your head down, don’t make eye contact, and keep walking.
  • Because you don’t know how they’ll respond if you say something back.
  • Because you don’t know if they have a temper.
  • Because you don’t know if they have a knife.
  • Or a gun.
  • Or just a fist.
  • I hate how everyone is right.
  • I hate how the smart thing to do is to just endure it.

I hate the implicit threat of violence there is just from being female in a public space


And last new video!

Full footage of the York Needs Feminism ‪online feminism‬ talk, uploaded to our sneaky second channel for anyone who wanted to be there but couldn’t.

So there you go, we promise we’ll try to get back into a more regular schedule soon and not just randomly splurge so many videos at you all at once.