Catch-22 | Britni’s Story

I got off the bus at Ashmont station and walked through an empty parking lot. At the other end of the parking lot, where I had to walk to turn onto the street I needed to take, were two men sitting and talking. Knowing that I have no choice but to walk right past these men on a sparsely populated street, my brain starts thinking about how I am going to approach the situation.

  • Should I keep my head down, headphones in, and pretend I don’t see them? No, then they might get angry and think I’m a bitch or stuck up or something.
  • Should I prepare my bitchiest retort for whatever they throw at me? No, then the situation might escalate.
  • Should I smile and say hi? Yes, because why am I even assuming that they are going to harass me in the first place? Isn’t that rather vain of me to think that every man that I pass on the street is going to say something to me or want my attention?

I approach the men and they say hello. I smile and say hi back, adding, “Have a nice day.” Apparently that was the wrong move, because I have now given them the idea that I want to interact with them. One of the guys says to me, “Where are you going?” I put my head down and continue walking away from him. But he doesn’t stop. “Hey, where you going? Can I come with you? Come back here, baby!” For an instant I worry that maybe they’ll follow me home. Luckily, they don’t.

I pass three girls walking in the direction of the men that I just passed and I hope that they will not have to deal with the same thing that I did.

I’m left feeling like I can’t win. It seems that every choice is the wrong one and they all end the same way: with me dealing with unwanted harassment or attention of some kind.

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  1. Things like this remind me of growing up hearing my male peers talk in such derogatory ways about girls. Wishing I was born in a less fucked up world for myself but especially for my daughter. Gods what she probably has had to put up with that she hasnt told me about..

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