didn't get a chance to post this yesterday, so here it is:
When I'm in NY, I frequently walk and take the subway with my boyfriend. The times that I don't, I'm all too aware of the difference, especially when I'm not wearing my big, puffy winter coat as I was today. I'm less likely to meet the eyes of people passing on the street; I speed up and look away as I approach individuals or small groups of men hanging around or working outside of stores. I choose different clothing depending on whether I'll be by myself or with a man. It's partly the ogling that bothers me, but it's especially the ones who comment or greet, because then I have to restrain the pulse of anger that makes me want to give them the finger or tell them to fuck off.
It's perhaps not the worst manifestation of sexism, but it's the one that, on a daily basis, makes me feel like there's something wrong with the world.