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This link recently saved by racialicious on January 25, 2011
"The big screen shows a man eyeing a middle-aged woman on a jam-packed bus and sliding up quietly behind her. Even before his hands reach for her hips, the young women watching in the darkened theater squirm in their seats. They know the offending move all too well. Released last month and inspired by true stories, the film is titled “678,” for the number of the bus that one of the main characters rides to work each morning, where she becomes the helpless object of lewd behavior. Writer-director Mohamed Diab said the numerals also signified a problem that was increasing steadily as Egypt confronted a complex mix of social issues: economic stagnation, rising religious conservatism and changing attitudes about women and sex."
This link recently saved by racialicious on September 23, 2010
"I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being considered community property just because some men think my skin color makes me a member of a secret harem and I owe them the time of day and some pussy and a blow job.
"Next time you have the urge to break your neck to speak to a woman in the street ask yourself would you put the same effort into greeting a male? If not, chances are your attempt at displaying ‘manners’ is a thinly veiled opportunity to show a strange women that you noticed she had a vagina rather than a gesture of common courtesy. Let’s call it what it is.
"On behalf of all women, but especially BLACK women, I am officially calling your sexist, intrusive, abusive behavior for what it is…Sexual Harassment.
"I don’t owe you shit, not a response, not a smile, not eye contact and definitely not a chance to gain access into my personal life. I’m a person and I deserve to be treated like a human."
This link recently saved by racialicious on June 15, 2010
"And then there are days I’m reminded of that day on the sidewalk, over seven years ago, and out of fear for my safety, I don’t snap back, I don’t just smile, but I engage in small talk. I don’t dare tell him I’m queer because that can either lead to threesome requests or homophobic slurs. No. Instead, I let out a girlish giggle and say that I’m taken, hoping that will be enough for him to leave. Me. Alone.
But why? Why should we women ever feel like we don’t have a choice? Why should a catcall—a compliment that goes fatally wrong, that gets injected with objectification and degradation and vilified by overtly sexual innuendos—evoke fear? Studies even show the experience of street harassment has a direct impact on women’s preoccupation with physical appearance and body shame, and an indirect relationship with heightened fears of rape."