The first time I was catcalled I was 11 years old. But the first time I was looked at sexually without my consent was well before that. It wasn’t some creepy dude in a white van either – it was my kindergarten art teacher.
I remember thinking she had called me to her desk to compliment my work on last week’s art assignment. Instead she leaned forward and whispered, “Pull up your shirt, honey. You’re showing.” I yanked on my neckline and awkwardly made my way back to my seat, cheeks burning.
I spent the rest of the day feeling watched and peaking down inconspicuously to make sure my shirt was right – even though I wasn’t sure exactly what constituted “right.”
My clothing has continued to be policed throughout school and into adulthood. I don’t mean policed by dudes shouting out their car window, “Hey baby, what’s your number?” Instead it’s often been well-meaning older women who just want to help me be decent and modest.
By 3rd grade I’d been asked to stop wearing skirts to school because I liked to go upside down on the monkey bars. In middle school I was told to dress more feminine to make friends. In high school I was sent to the principal’s office because my tank top straps were too skinny. I’ve been subtly corrected by receptionists, nannies, professors, gas station attendants, relatives of every kind, and even children.
There’s been tons of discussion lately about the way women’s bodies are made public through sexual propositions known as catcalling. Our bodies are open to constant sexual commentary by any random stranger on the street, and that’s finally getting some much-needed attention.
What isn’t being pointed out is the reinforcement for catcalling provided by our mothers, aunts, teachers, bus drivers, bosses, and random ladies on a daily basis. When you single out a person for an assumed wardrobe malfunction, no matter how kind you think you’re being, you’re assigning certain values to their body. You’re imposing a “covered is better than uncovered” hierarchy that they may or may not share.
Most importantly, though, these kinds of adjustments have everything to do with sex. They are about covering up parts of my body that a passing man might view as sexual. Therefore, they are prioritizing that anonymous man’s perception of my body over my own comfort and independent decision-making ability.
Assumptions about sexuality, race, class, body type, and gender play into these social interactions. Young people who defy standards of beauty imposed by our white supremacist, misogynist culture are at an increased risk of surveillance and correction. Our very identities are often considered transgressive and therefore our manner of expressing those identities must be curtailed for the comfort of the viewing public.
We know that these older women are not trying to hurt us. We know they’re simply trying to help or interacting with us based on an outdated model of appropriate behavior. Many of them even identify as feminists. The issue isn’t their intention, it’s the impact. It’s minor interactions such as these that normalize rape culture. They put the pressure for security, modesty, and control on the victim’s body.
It may seem harmless and insignificant to tell a young girl to adjust her clothing. You may think I’m making a big deal out of nothing. The fact is, it’s a short step to the next part of many of our lives – the part where we experience sexualized violence.
When this happens (and it WILL happen, whether it’s catcalling or rape; it’s unavoidable) the “harmless” comments become very harmful. The victim – having been taught for years to change herself so she doesn’t look too sexual – decides not to report the incident, not to tell her friends, not to leave a violent situation because the violence enacted on her is made to be her fault, as if the way she dressed justified the violence.
She’s embarrassed. She’s made to feel embarrassed.
Imagine if our first reaction to sexual violence was not embarrassment but anger. Righteous anger. We can teach the next generation of girls that they have a right to their anger, that they don’t need to change a single thing to deserve respect. In order to do that we first have to stop adjusting them. We have to stop telling them their body has to be covered, or feminine, or uncovered, or any of the thousand conflicting and impossible rules they have to follow in order to earn respect.
Everyone has a different comfort level for their body. Let’s celebrate that diversity instead of criticizing it.
Julia Cuneo is an activist and youth organizer from Detroit, Michigan. She is obsessed with her cat and social justice. Although Julia was introduced to political organizing through feminism, she now works closely with the People’s Water Board and on educational justice issues.
I’m high functioning autistic and tactile defensive (hypersensitive to tactile stimuli), and as a result, I can’t tolerate wearing a bra (or any layers, really, apart from a jacket). I don’t know what my cup size is for obvious reasons, but I’m certainly not flat-chested. And although my clothing is otherwise fairly modest, I’ve had women in authority tell me off for not wearing a bra on several occasions. The excuse is always male reactions.
Well, I can handle men who are interested in me. If they’re nice about coming on to me, I just turn them down nicely. (I’m aromantic asexual, so I never want to accept their advances.) If they’re pushy, I get more firm. And on a couple occasions when a guy threatened to coerce me into sexual activity, I made it very clear that I would be talking to the police if he didn’t leave me alone. I have no idea if my nipples showing through my shirt encourages guys to come on to me, and frankly I don’t care. Being assertive and threatening to report an aggressor is far better protection than wearing a bra.
I’ve also had women kindly point out that my tampon has leaked and there’s a visible stain on my pants. While I don’t want a stain showing, unless I can change my pants right away, I’d rather not know about it. Once I know, I’m hyperaware of whether anyone can see it, even people I will never see again or who I know would not hold it against me. I’d rather just figure it out when I go to the bathroom.
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Unfortunately there are daily reports of girls being sent home for being too distracting in their clothing. I wish it were different 😦
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Yes! This is so perfect! When I was about 14, my mother handmade me a dress for church. I was a cantor (I led the songs) for a mass of about 400 people. I loved the dress, but I was also in the throes of puberty so it was only a short time before the dress was no longer “appropriate”. After mass one day, an elderly woman came up and put her arm around me. She told me I had a lovely singing voice, but I’d better find a longer dress because it was highly “unladylike” and might attract unsavory attention. I was so humiliated. I threw out the dress. Looking back, I sorta wonder why she wasn’t more concerned with men creeping at little girls in dresses during a Catholic mass than the child just trying to sing hymns.
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I wonder all this. I was so embarrassed when I was called out for my thin tank top straps when I was a teen. And yet I am starting to wonder elsewise: why are women’s fashions so much more revealing than men’s? If a dress code says “shorts no shorter than the knee”, it’s far easier for boys to obey it than girls. Even men’s skirts (kilts) are longer. Even men’s tank tops cover more. Even men’s outerwear is cut more loosely. We are told through the pressure of being stylish and not “dowdy” to sexualize ourselves, and then are yelled at for sexualizing ourselves. That bugs me a lot, especially after years of trying to find bathing suits that cover my chest, shorts that don’t ride up where my thighs touch, and even hiking clothes cut roomy enough to allow for layering.
So before people police our sexualized clothing, realize that the point of wearing said clothing is cultural, and it is not for the male gaze, and it is not meant to provoke. It is just our clothing: the clothing available (socially and sartorially) to women.
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Great point. I recently switched to wearing men’s clothes after transitioning to male, and have noticed how much longer the shorts are and higher the necklines are. Even men’s V-neck tees have a much more shallow neckline. And pants are definitely roomier, with big pockets rather than tiny or nonfunctional decorative ones over hip-hugging fabric.
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Which is why I often wear men’s clothes, even though I’m cis female.
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