When in the London Transport Museum, this summer, sitting in the driver's seat of a bus, a 60 year old man joked that I should get out- "Women drivers! Terrible, eh?". Confused and offended, all I could do at the time was laugh half heartedly and wait for this sad old sexist to wander off. Wrong. What I should have told him is that female drivers are just as good as men and that it took three tries for my Dad to pass his test, whereas my Mum aced it first time. "Some evidence to support the case- how'd you like that?" I would have smirked, victorius. But I didn't.
Dissapointed in myself, I swore that the next time I found myself in a sexist situation, I would speak up about it.
Yesterday, it happened.
Picture the scene: A pretty girl walks past in the school corridor and is turning heads. One boy looks over and announces loudly "Nice t*ts!". SEXISM. OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN. RESPECT?? These are the words swirling around in my head.
The first thing I do? Tell him that objectifying women is disgusting and sexist and that he should just stop. Except a lot less articulately.
What came out actually sounded a lot more like this- "You are such a w*nker. You can't just say that..." "Why not? She had nice t*ts." "It's sexist. You're sexist. Don't do that."
This wonderful conversation went on for about an hour in exactly the same way.
Still, I'm getting better at this feminism lark!
To be honest, I think the guy didn't give up because Being Sexist and Loud= Popular in School. So congratulations, unnamed guy. You know who you are. I hope you feel a little ashamed.