It’s almost 4 in the morning and I’m finding it hard to sleep because I am angry.
Tonight I was out with a group of people. A mixture of friends and aquaintences. Leaving the bar, we passed by another group of people. As we moved passed them, a women called out after us, “Don’t fucking touch me!”
Most of the group I was with was taken aback. They replied with
“No one fucking touched you.”
“No one would want to.”
And, of course
At this point, whether the girl had been touched or not, I was embarrassed by some of my “friends” remarks.
But then, to make things worse, as distance grew between us and the woman, one of the guys in our group said
“I totally touched her butt. It was jiggly.”
Which, to my horror, received only uproarious laughter from the group.
Women are not objects. They are not there to be “jiggled,” proded, or fondled by random men for their enjoyment.
The fact that the people I was with laughed the incident off not only infuriated me, but also validated the guy who did it.
This is dangerous. It sent the message to him, and everyone we were with that touching women without their consent is okay, funny even.
This is an entitlement issue. It’s a harassment issue. This is the shit women put up with on a day-to-day basis.
This woman was sexually harassed and then berated for it…called a slut!
This is unacceptable.
And yet, I did nothing. I was paralyzed with anger. I wanted to cry…
Wanted to run back to the girl and apologize. Tell her she had every right to yell, to defend herself and her body.
Tell her that I’m sorry there were people like this…and that I was ashamed to be associated with one.
So I’m angry about a lot of things tonight.. the actions of others, but mostly the lack of action on my part.
I should have spoken up. Instead I let my silence validate the actions of the man in my group of friends. I am angry, sad, and embarrassed.
And I have learned a lesson tonight. I only wish I had been stronger and braver and said something…so that maybe this man could have learned something too.