![]() ![]() Instead of portraying them as underage persons that we must protect, they are depicted as recipients of sexual desire.įor example, shows like Gossip Girl, while for many reasons iconic, portray an unrealistic version of teenage behaviour and sexual maturity. It’s a predacious phenomenon that has been normalised in pop culture, where the hyper-sexualisation of the schoolgirl has warped the everyday perception of what teenagers look like. Our struggles are commonly known and yet, that little sprinkling of paedophilia has never prevented society from promoting the sexy schoolgirl trope. For generations Women have been inundated by the ‘ Men who look’ as if harassment were a rite of passage into Womanhood. I wish I could say that I was an anomaly, but ask any Woman you know and she’ll tell you that I’m not. It was the symbol of my pubescence the barely legal, forbidden fruit aura that surrounded me. The first time a man ever looked at me sexually though I understood the look in his eyes when we met, I didn’t understand that the magnetism I held lay in my uniform. What always used to perplex me though, was the way in which the attention of these Men dwindled when I wasn’t dressed for school. It was uncomfortable, but after a while, it just became a natural part of my day. Me a 14-year-old girl in her school uniform. Instead, they were excitable predators simply passing by, taking note of the prey they’d dreamt of devouring the night before. ![]() You could tell they were hungry, yet they weren’t here to hunt. They were the kind who’d rip off their shirts at the first sign of summer, roll down their windows and dangle their limbs out like dogs with their tongues.įrom the things they would say, you could tell they were thirsty their barks loud and whistles resembling that of the wolf. The ‘ M en who look’ often drove white vans. Nor did I understand why it had to became a regular occurrence. Though, not because I didn’t understand what was happening, but because I didn’t quite understand why it was happening to me. My first catcall I was quite confused by it if I’m honest. They were in a car, while I was on foot, but that didn’t stop them from engaging with me. I was in my school uniform at the time which, if I’m honest, was quite unremarkable a knee length navy-blue skirt, calf high socks, a lilac shirt and a rather unflattering baggy grey jumper. ![]() I was walking back from a friend’s house one day after school when they saw me. ![]() Personally, I was about 13 or 14-years-old. ‘My step grandfather cornered me in my parent’s room one day’. ‘I remember sitting at school in science class’. Within the thread, Women told their stories ‘I was 16, standing in the grocery store’. It posed a question to Women: How old were you when you first noticed that Men were looking at you sexually? A 2017 poll on Reddit resurfaced on twitter recently. ![]()
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