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Janine Gevas's avatar

Sadly we all have some variation of this story to share. That strange disorienting and sickly feeling that what everyone thinks is a joke or backhanded compliment is a form of degradation. Am I over reacting? Why can’t I laugh it off? Are these guys in another situation a danger? Would it be different and would the waiter laugh if a group of women told him he had a nice package?

I think it’s about vulnerability. As a woman, I’m conscious of it in the remarks snd gestures and body language. I know I can be vulnerable. It’s impossible to explain sometimes because women live in a different world than men. The only way it gets better for our daughters is in how we communicate this to our sons.

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Linda's avatar

Those stings stay with us far longer than they should, don't they. It still stings whenever I remember a comment made by my art director at the agency while I was pregnant with Grant. A bunch of us were waiting around to go into a meeting and someone asked me if I was having a boy or a girl. Without missing a beat, the guy said, "Boy or girl? She's such a whore she doesn't even know who the father is." And he laughed. I don't remember much after that, other than, suddenly being at the elevator and my boss, who was there, running after me, saying, "He didn't mean it. He was joking." In the years that have passed, I've thought of many comebacks that I SHOULD have said and didn't. I just had to get out of there as fast as I could because I was ashamed -- when the only person who should have been was him. Thinking about it now, I wish I'd punched him in the face.

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