How many times have you or women you know found yourself minding your own business, living your life, just existing, and then a man comes along and ruins it? Maybe heâs catcalling you, commenting on your appearance, calling you names. With quarantine, Iâve found this is happening less for me. Iâm at home all the time, which means I get a break from my constant frustration with certain types of men. However, the world is still run by men. I still have classes with men, I still socialize with them online, I still see them putting women down on social media. Being able to exist without that harassment always surrounding me, my patience has disappeared. I used to try to communicate with the man taking up all the space in a room and find some common ground where we can come to an understanding. Now, I just want to tell him to keep his mouth shut.
Earlier this week, I was in a class where another student was giving a presentation. At the end of the presentation, they had a few questions for the class, one of them being how we would teach a hypothetical student that was talked about during the presentation. I unmuted myself and said, âIf it were me,â and then gave what I thought would be helpful if I were in the position the hypothetical student was in. Not two seconds later, a boy in my class jumped in and told me I was wrong, and then gave me an organized list of reasons why. Looking back, I wish I would have replied calmly and told him how he couldnât tell me I was wrong, because I was saying what would work for me and I had made that clear when I started talking. But at the time, I was fuming. I didnât respond because I knew I would appear more emotional about his response than I wanted, so I just let the conversation move on without standing up for myself.
I used to be pretty close with this guy, but we had a falling out last year. When we were friends, I went by Alex. Now, I go by Alexandra. Long story short, I have a really weird relationship with my name. My friends still call me Alex, but when I meet new people, I now introduce myself as Alexandra, and I tell all my professors I go by Alexandra (for some reason, if you have a name longer than six letters, people always feel the need to ask if you go by your full name or a nickname, as if I didnât introduce myself to them as Alexandra). So this guy referred to something I said, and said, âWell, Alex had mentionedâŠâ and I didnât correct him because it didnât matter too much at that moment. That was last week. Every class session since then, my professor has called me Alex instead of Alexandra. My Zoom screen name is Alexandra McGrew, which means she looks at me raising my hand, sees the screen name (the boxes arenât that big), sees the name I explicitly told her to call me, and still calls me by the wrong name just because she heard one entitled boy call me by a different name. She gave a boy agency over my own damn name and continues to call me the wrong name, even though I have corrected her every time.
And this isnât the only course this has happened in. Iâve had another professor a couple times, and the first time I had him, he kept calling me Alexandria. Itâs annoying, but every Alexandra knows theyâll occasionally be called Alexandria and vice versa. However, I corrected him, and it kept happening. I have him again this quarter, and itâs still happening. I know him now, Iâm a lot more comfortable with him, so my corrections have gone from, âOh, actually professor, um, my name is Alexandra, not Alexandria,â to, âMy name is Alexandra, donât call me that again.â I like him, I want to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he has a family member named Alexandria or something, but I am my own person! I have a good guy friend in that class who knows me as Alex, so he calls me that because thatâs what he met me as, but the professor has also started to call me Alex despite the fact that for two years now, Iâve been telling him my name is Alexandra. Listen guys: if my best friend can start calling me Alexandra, even though that means sheâs saying her own name all the time, you can too. Alexandra is a super common name. Listen to me when I tell you what my name is and how to refer to me.
Iâm sure all women have had a man be an ass to them in person, but what about online? A whole other side of them comes out there. The most popular defense to saying something mean is, âThatâs just my opinion,â like they arenât commenting on a whole human being with a life of her own. Just earlier this week, I was scrolling through Twitter and saw two posts that blew my mind. The audacity the men exhibited in these posts genuinely shocked me. The first was this one, a tweet with two pictures of Adele, one being the most recent picture she posted on Instagram, the other being a picture of her winning a Grammy in 2012. Daniel Iyam (the user) captioned it âNot everyone was created to be slim. I prefer the chubby Adele.â Men have been commenting on womenâs bodies for hundreds of years. Women are told we need to look a certain way in order to be desirable to men (which is complete bullshit and I hope to see that idea abolished in my lifetime). Adele didnât lose weight to please anyone, especially not this loser on Twitter, but he still felt the need to comment on her body. Women just canât win. Weâre told we need to be thin to be beautiful, and Adele lost weight. This has been an ongoing thing for her. Sheâs posted pictures of her looking like sheâs having the time of her life hiking and spending time outdoors with her friends. So once sheâs achieved this cultural âidealâ weight, now sheâs being judged for being too thin. Obviously, people told Daniel he can fuck right off, and he said, âI donât care about anyone dragging me. I expressed an opinion. And thatâs it. Stop pretending you have never told someone âoh youâve gained weight or oh youâve lost some weight.â And in your mind you either preferred her/him when they were a certain weight. Itâs my preference.â I donât know who needs to hear this, but it is so rude to comment on another personâs body, especially if they didnât ask for it. Whether itâs losing weight, getting a nose job, whateverâdonât make shitty comments about another personâs body. That person didnât ask for your opinion, they didnât want your opinion, so do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut.
The next tweet I saw was a video from Tik Tok. (Another tweet I saw later in the day said, âis he actually funny or just white and louder than everyone else in the room,â which is exactly the case for this video.) The video shows a boy walking around in circles and yelling his opinions on the type of makeup women wear. âIf you wear just mascara and nothing else, let me tell you something right now, marry me, okay? If you got on your knee and asked me to marry you, I would say yes, that shit is so attractive. If you just wear just lipstick, I donât know what the fuck you want me to tell you, that is the weirdest shit I have ever heard in my life, donât do that shit. If you wear eyeliner⊠I think itâs weird and unattractive, please stop doing that, girls. If you wear blush⊠I think thatâs cute, you girls who do that, youâre pretty cuteâyouâre not hotâbut youâre cute, so itâs good. If you wear fake eyelashes, you might as well just change your fucking name. That is a whole different identity and I donât fuck with that shit. Get rid of the fake fucking eyelashes please. And if you wear a full face of makeup everydayâholy shit! I donât like that! Stop! Just take it all off! Youâre fuckingââ and then he starts screaming and the video cuts off.
Most women do not wear makeup to please men. Some do, and thatâs fine, because thatâs their choice. But most women do not. You really think some of us spend hours practicing and perfecting our makeup looks to please you? You think we care what you think? Canât we like the artistic expression and the way certain colors make our eyes pop? We get pretty for ourselves, gents. Just like you shouldnât make comments about someone elseâs body, you shouldnât comment on what someone puts on their body, whether it be clothes, makeup, or anything else. Itâs rude and creepy and unnecessary. This applies to all genders, but especially men: if you donât like what a woman is wearing or doing with her body, just keep your mouth shut! She doesnât care what you think, and you opening your mouth isnât going to change what she decides to wear or do. Seeing this video reminded me of another Tik Tok video I saw where a guy says something along the lines of, âGirls, if youâre over 110 pounds, please get on a diet.â Girls then took that audio and posted videos and pictures of themselves, putting their weight either somewhere on the screen or in the caption. I love to see women mocking people who are determined to hurt us because of our bodies in this fashion, but I hate that we have to do it. I hate that men still feel like they have the right to comment on womenâs bodies.
Iâm tired of being nice to men who are going out of their way to be rude. Iâm tired of being called a bitch when I stand up for myself, for other women, or do the exact same things men do. When I told my mom about what happened in class with that boy, she told me I should have told him to fuck off. Is it constructive? No. But it would have felt good. I donât want to have to sit down and teach men a lesson about why what they said was wrong. I want them to know itâs wrong and stop doing it. I want to live in a world where I can say something and not have to worry about a man repeating exactly what I said and expecting applause, or being so eager to disagree with me that he cuts me off. I want men shut up. I want women to have the ability to speak their mind without being called a bitch. I want women to be able to speak without a man feeling like they have to disagree with them. I want women to be able to do what they want with their bodies and be happy with themselves without men thinking weâre doing it for them.
And I want these desires to not seem so radical, because theyâre not. I just want women to be able to exist as they are without men feeling the need to comment.