Started to write about harassment on the streets... started to write about the stares that see you naked, innocent touches that accidentally happen to be at your privates, the lewd comments and the whistling that is meant to be all in appreciation of beauty, and the reaction of the people who are supposed to comfort you, whose first instinct is to say "you asked for it".. happened to read this before I could finish. Please read this post. It says all that I would've ever liked to and more.
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I read that post. I cannot even begin to imagine what it must be like to step out into the world every day expecting that as a woman. It seems so oppressive, it seems so very wrong. Yet, that is the state of the world that you step out into everyday. You are brave.
I feel so blessed that I do not have to deal with that degree of bullshit. But then blessed into the right word. Blessed would, to me, seem to indicate that God has chosen me as special above others not to deal with that - that God has chosen this country special above others. And that is bullshit. God didn't chose a group of people as wonderful and their women not to have to deal wth this. I don't know how to explain it. I don't know about all the different cultural factors. But you are very brave in dealing with this.
You must be very strong.
No special country .. no special people... yes the ratio of harassment is hell of a lot more in India and Pakistan than the other countries .. but it is still the same universal male mentality -misusing their greater physical power to make women submit to them so they can get high on power.