The Everyday Moaning Project was three years old on Thursday. This is known in the online world of professional grouchers as the Everyday Sexism Project.
Amazingly three years of tweeting about your put upon condition has not solved the great wolf whistling phenomenon, but something tells me the founders are quite pleased about that. We would not want to get off the stage and put down the mike now, would we?
The Telegraph collated the top tweets of Everyday Sexism. But be warned you might need to sit down to when you read that sometimes men comment on photos where a woman in the background wears very small shorts. There is also a picture of a t-shirt pronouncing, “Spank me, it’s my birthday” (No doubt aimed at and bought by women). It is litany, a litany of terrible wrongs.
These ladies, no doubt, think being told, “you look hot” by the builders down the road, equates with actual cases of female oppression. They believe being banned from driving, having your genitals cut off by the village matriarch, or having acid thrown in your face because you will not marry your cousin is exactly the same as the dearth of female CEOs. Note: none of these actual cases of brutality against women are as a result of Western Christianity.
So I asked myself, have men treated me differently because of my gender? Sure. Here is my experience of ‘everyday sexism’.
- The other day a man helped me across the road as I had the three kids. He took the eldest and her scooter while I got the pram across with the son on the buggy board (yes I know I should have crossed at the lights). He took time out of his day to make my life easier – it was stressful at the time, believe me.
- The many, many times I was offered a seat by a man on the tube or the bus when I was pregnant.
- The time my neighbour gave up his entire afternoon to put up the Wendy House in the sweltering heat in my back garden.
- The time my father ‘gave me a away’ at my wedding to my husband. My father protected me my whole life and was delighted my husband would do the same long after he was gone.
- The many, many times men helped me down the tube stairs with the pram. Some of them do not even bother to ask – they just take the front of the pram and start walking. Last weekend, one train employee carried the entire pram up two flights of stairs (I had the baby in a sling).
What a terrible sexist world we live in.