scifisam
feck! arse! girls! drink!
I noticed it changes how I respond to people in public. A bloke smiled at me in the street the other day and I absent mindedly smiled back (because I was thinking about getting him in time to pick up J and I’d just come back from Yorkshire and I just wan’t in London-mode). He then followed me and kept touching my arm and trying to get me to take my headphones off. I eventually had to snarl at him to make him go away.....
.... and I kicked myself for forgetting never to engage with men in public when I am alone. Rather than blame him for having that weird entitlement to women’s time and attention thing going on.
I once had an interesting conversation with my daughter (and one of her friends) about how to deal with this sort of thing. The upright stride, the careful blank expression with a slight smile, jog if you have the energy because it gives people less time to harass you, try to sit near another woman on public transport, keep your eyes away from people's faces so you don't make accidental eye contact, all the things I think most of us just do automatically.
J and her friend were at the time very conventionally pretty girls and the amount of hassle they got was immense. I took them out a lot. Sometimes met them after school, sometimes we'd meet at the tube, sometimes we were all out together and I went to the loo, whatever. There were lots of times they were out in public apparently without me and I got to see how people acted towards them.
It was striking how much sexual attention they got. I think it was similar when I was their age but we brushed it off, like you do, and that's more difficult to do with your child. Numerous times I'd come to meet them and see men trying to chat them up, them both being very obviously not into it (J's friend liked boys already, but on her own terms, and her body language was all clenched in, not responding at all positively to these sweaty adult men, not welcoming their attention at all), or I'd be slightly behind them on the road and men would catcall them, and men's eyes would go where they shouldn't. If you pay attention to where people look, women tend to look at faces, and most men do too. But there's a very large subset of men who default to the chest.
This was in year 7. They were 11. A couple of years later there was an evening where the girls in that friendship group actually talked to the female parents about this shit, like how to say no to men in a social setting, ways to be safe on public transport, that sort of thing, not just with me but with two of the other Mums. It was actually kinda fun.
We taught them man-whispering because it was better than teaching them about the morning after pill and AIDS tests or never letting them have any freedom.
Self-defence classes focus on holding keys in your hand and stuff like that, and that is helpful. But it's not where the defence starts.