The everyday sexism project
“is a place to record stories of sexism faced on a daily basis, by ordinary women, in ordinary places. To show that sexism exists in abundance in the UK workplace and that it is very far from being a problem we no longer need to discuss.”
If the entries on this website are from British women, it’s clear they should spend less time thinking about sexism, and more time studying the English language (and making sandwiches). Even the woman who created the website, Lara Bates, doesn’t know the difference between ‘everyday’ and ‘every day’.
By sharing your story you’re showing the world that sexism does exist, it is faced by women everyday and it is a valid problem to discuss.
And she has written a book.
Not only are some of the entries hilarious, it seems that some people don’t actually know what sexism means.
For example, some women think that when a man speaks to them, it is sexism.
Others don’t know the difference between sexism and rape or sexual assault.I was going for a run in running leeggings that went to my knee, a sports bra and a pink vest running top which only showed by shoulders. Halfway into a run a man stops and says to me “arent you cold?”
i was in my philosaphy class in yr 10 and i said im a feminest. My teacher laughed and den raped me
.When I was 12, a man cornered me in an aisle of the loval public library and ejaculated on me
And some are just hypocritical.
The really surprising thing is that this woman who created the website, Laura Bates, is actually quite good looking.I was walking down the corridors minding my own business until I saw an unwashed little ginger in my year staring at my ass. He didn’t stop and started drooling to the point where I thought the janitor would have to put up a caution wet floor sign. I was disgusted and confronted him stating I didn’t want him staring at me because he’s short, greasy and perverted. He then had the audacity to deny doing it and call me fat. I didn’t show that it felt like I’d just been stabbed through the heart since I didn’t want him to be satisfied so instead just kicked him in the nuts (I know it makes me seem bad but its the only thing men will understand, they’re basically shaved apes when it comes down to it). I then stormed off to the bathrooms where I proceeded to cry my eyes out for what seemed like hours. I now feel completely like a disgusting obese mess whenever I eat a pizza.