Personal blog and professional blog. Contradictory but deal with it.
I’m sick of going out and having men approach me. I’m sick of them trying to talk to me or chat me up, even when it’s clear that I’m not interested or I’m with other people. I’m sick of free drinks and flirtation and faking relationships with male friends to get rid of unwanted attention. I’m sick of worrying about how I look when I leave the house, and whether people will think the fact I’m wearing a skirt or a dress or anything nice is an invitation for their attention. I’m sick of being polite. I’m sick of worrying what will happen to me if I tell someone plainly that I just don’t want to talk to them. I’m sick of people telling me I should be pleased with this attention, or that it’s a normal part of ‘being a woman.’ I’m sick of being told I’m complaining over nothing. I’m sick of how constant this is, not just for me, but for all women, and I’m sick of it continually wearing me down.