Hong Kong: A Rant
So, today I got sexually harassed from morning til evening and I am feeling pretty unresolved about this. I alternate between feeling furious with myself, furious with them, and incredibly intimidated.
Fuck, I should be able to walk around and not feel fucking intimidated like that. This morning, it was four Middle Eastern guys in turbans who followed me around the boardwalk (my parents were not far behind), catcalled me for several minutes, then when my father spoke to me and took a picture of me, they tried to shake his hand. As in, congratulations because this woman seems to be YOUR PROPERTY. I was tempted to say something (like always) but mostly I just ignored them and just kept doing what I was doing, walking with my head up. As usual, it was only afterwards that I got wound up about it. Should I have called them assholes? Should I have told them to fuck off? Would that have caused more trouble? And that was only the first incident of many today.
AM I SUPPOSED TO DRESS LIKE A FUCKING NUN?! Wear the shapeless sack dresses that so many girls wear here? Starve myself so I don’t have breasts or any shape whatsoever?!
I really don’t see what the problem was - I was wearing a white t-shirt, fairly fitted but cut with a crew neck, with a skirt that came down to my knees, and a pair of flats. Is there something about this outfit that screams FUCK ME, I’LL LIE THERE OBEDIENTLY?!
Gah. I think women around the world should be able to walk around without being afraid of getting raped or beaten. I hate that feeling, loathe it, fuck them. Sorry. I just felt very unprotected, and helpless, even with my father RIGHT there. What if he hadn’t been? What if…
