So there’s a giant, growing, and extremely creepy megathread up on Reddit at the moment, and for once, the creepiness isn’t coming from inside the Reddit. Well, less of the creepiness is coming from Reddit than you might expect.
Yesterday, you see, a Redditor known as BA_Baracus posted a couple of simple questions to AskReddit: Women of Reddit, when did you first notice that men were looking at you in a sexual way? How old were you and how did it make you feel?
This wasn’t the first time he’d posted a question to his fellow Redditors; he’s posted a bunch, including “People of reddit with eyes that point in different directions, which one of them is usually looking at me?” and, er, “Recent rape victims of Reddit, how did it happen, and what the hell were you doing in India?” None of these questions got much of a response.
But this time, well, thousands of “women of Reddit” stepped forward to tell the horrifying yet in most cases completely unsurprising stories of the first time men started perving on them, in many cases before they were even teenagers.
Here’s a sampling of some of their stories. TRIGGER WARNING for extreme fucking creepiness.
Age 8, followed to a department store changing room
Age 8, molested by a landlord
Age 12, at a bus stop
11 or 12, walking to and from school
Age 12, waiting for carryout
Age 11, creepy step-grandfather
Age 12, creepy step-uncle
Age 10, wearing a Lion King backpack and light-up shoes
Age 12, creepy cell phone salesman
Age 11, walking home from the beach
Age 12, in Blockbuster (with bonus Reddit creepiness)
14, eating a lollipop
Age 12, eating a banana
Naturally, some Redditors decided to add to the creepiness:
And all this makes pretty clear just why we need age of consent laws:
Of course, many of these creepy guys are well aware that the targets of their creepiness are a long way away from being “legal.”
Check out the thread for countless more stories like this.
H/T — u/Iwillpixiecutyou on Reddit
Thank you to everyone who has shared your experiences here. I thought I knew how hard it was. Talking to my wife and sister showed me some insight. I just never knew it was everywhere and for nearly everyone.
@lea
Love how you got that message across. My kids are young (five and three). I definitely think I should not wait until 6th grade to begin these discussions. I already started a version of your discussion with the five year old. I am going to add to it a few of your points. Especially about the bodies belonging to others. Thanks!
You are all so brave to speak about this, maybe I finally can as well. I was in 8th grade, so 13 ( I think). My father owed his drug dealer money, and the dealer was no longer going to wait. He came to my house, and took my little sister and I. I don’t know where we were, but we were with him and these other men for a month. After the first few nights, the dealer and 2 guys came in to the room they kept us in. And I was told to be a good dirl and not fight back, or they’d do it to my sister too.
A month of this before my dad found us, every night, often more than once a night. I still have flash backs and nightmares. It’s over 10 years later.
I have a 4 and a half year old daughter. We were in the mall at the coin operated rides. I walked to the other side to get more quarters while she rode the train. Come back, and this 50 year old or so guy is talking to her, and touching her hair, keeps getting closer. I didn’t hesitate, I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could, grabbed my daughter, and called the cops.
I just love how these guys try to project THEIR problem onto those who (rightly) call them out and criticize their shit. And here’s what needs to be said right back to that:
The problem (YOUR problem, creeper dudes, NOT ours) is that men who love men and women who love women are all ADULTS. CONSENTING ADULTS. The just-barely-pubescent girl you “love” isn’t an adult, and it doesn’t matter if the legal age of consent is lowered to her age or even younger — she’s STILL not an adult. Her brain still has many years of growing left to do. She’s a kid. She only stopped playing with kiddie toys last year. You fucking KNOW that. And that’s why you’re whining about not being allowed to creep on her. Not “love”. CREEP. You want one who’s so young and small and powerless and scared that she won’t refuse you, laugh at you or compare you adversely to a previous boyfriend. And yet, one who looks plausibly deniable, just “grown up” enough, to pass as legit without legit adult mental development and life experience. Maybe. Or maybe not. In any case, you’re not an adult loving an equal. You’re a creep, and the reason you’re creepy is because you picked on a kid who you KNOW isn’t ready for sexual relations yet. You’re exploiting your power and seniority with someone very much below you on the age and experience scale, and that’s not fucking cool. It will NEVER be fucking cool, no matter how much she smiles and coos and thinks she “loves” you, too. Because you are abusing her trust. She should be able to rely on adults to protect her, not exploit her. And because of you, she never can. If she’s “broken”, it’s because you fucking “broke” her, you fucking creepy bastard. You used her for a sex toy and then, when you got tired of her, you chucked her out. Because of you, she’s gonna be blamed and shamed and kicked around by other abusive guys. That is, if she wants anything more to do with men at all — because after a girl has been sexually abused, the very thought of anything sexual at all, even consensual and with someone she loves, becomes nauseous to her. She will have a hard time knowing whom to trust, and without therapy, she may not ever fully trust another man again.
And that’s what “my” problem is.
Oh yeah, I got that shit too. Not being tackled and ground face-first into the dirt or anything so blatant, but plenty of picking-on. By bullies of both sexes. Boys pushing their luck; girls getting bitchy. And yes, you’re absolutely right: It IS all bullying. And all wrong.
And I never bought the “but he likes you/she’s just jealous” bit, either. If someone likes me, they can show it a better way. Like, by not doing things that will very specifically make me DISlike them, and want to avoid them from that moment on. And if someone’s envious — well, that’s too bad. But it’s not a licence to bully, either.
@Bina:
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@ Bina
I used to see people on the internet just write “QFT”; I didn’t get it. Then someone explained to me it meant “quoted for truth”. Even though I knew the words I still didn’t get it. So, someone has said something, why just refer back to it? I couldn’t see the point.
I do now.
QFT
Oy
Sympathy to everyone here and at reddit for all of this. 🙁
I don’t recall the first time.
I do recall getting creeped on by guys a few years older at my daycare (I was 9), which was explicitly noted as “my fault” by the teachers. I never told my parents.
My senior year of high school, I had 0-4 period, so I was out at lunch time. I would sometimes go to the mall across the street when I was done. One day, I was walking through the parking lot and went near a department store that had an outside section with lawnmowers and such. At least three 20-30s workers started yelling sexually suggestive things at me (and calling me “Maria” to add some racism to their sexism, though I am not Hispanic. I have dark eyes/hair and can turn very brown in the summer…although then my hair usually goes blond). I was 17 and have always looked young. After that, I would walk the long way around if I went to the mall, just to avoid that area.
Lea, it’s so good to see what you wrote about consent and your kids. My husband and I have a 3 year old and a 6 month old now. We are trying to teach the oldest one that his body is his own and he doesn’t have to do anything with it, even hug a relative, if he doesn’t want to. Some of our relatives have tried arguing with us about that, which really pissed me off. Why do people think it’s ok to force a child to hug them? (Not even asking why people think it’s ok to abuse assault kids or adults). Ugh.
I honestly think that’s a feature not a bug. It’s why they want the young girls, I think, that they get (BARF ALERT) “fresh” so that when they don’t want to deal with the damage they’ve done, they can throw her back knowing that there will be a part of that young woman that will always be damaged by them. It’s a way that they can maintain the power fantasy, thinking that they can destroy her life – a version of “if I can’t have her, nobody can”, but more like “I had her, and no one else will”. Now I’ve just really grossed myself out.
When I was very young, 10 or 11, some 16 year-old asshole at the swimming pool kept sexually harassing me, groping my breasts and crotch. My younger cousin would help in trying to defend me (and I would defend her from her bullies as well, same shitty swimming pool). We eventually and finally (after a few years!) got our parents to let us go to the bigger, more public (and more fun!) swimming pool. What a joy that was, only being stared at instead of molested! I could at least ignore the stares and groove on like the water rat I was.
I would have told my parents the real reason why we wanted to go to the other swimming pool, but I was afraid that they wouldn’t listen to me. After all, I was being severely bullied in grade school by my entire class and they didn’t believe me, so why would they believe this? I mean, “they’re just jealous of you” when the little shits tell you in all seriousness that you should commit suicide because “no one likes you” and “that’s why everyone teases you, so that you die”. Yeah, I wasn’t buying that – you don’t tell people you like to commit suicide or that they’re worthless. Also at school, the bra snapping, pulling up skirts…every girl wore pants or shorts under their uniform because of this. Dropping pencils on the ground to look up girls’ skirts….and this was grade/middle school! NOBODY DID SHIT.
I mean, I’ve gotten the creepy 50 year old men in cars saying creepy ass shit, groped by peers, and other sexual harassment. Some incidents stand out, but mostly it’s just one big amorphous blob of “shit assholes do”. It did taper off a bit these last few years as people are pegging me at about 25-27 (I’m actually 37), but it still happens from time to time, mostly because I’m very short and I look nonthreatening. It’s why I can’t wait to get to 80 – if at 40 it’s dulled to a minor roar, will it finally stop by 80? Or will my wildly dyed red-orange or possibly purple hair (or both!) and the dildo cozies I crochet keep the assholes talking to me?
I remember having my butt pinched for the first time by a stranger, HARD, at a waterpark on a youth group trip. It left a mark and happened more than once during the trip. Really unsettling, as it would seem to come out of nowhere: I’d be minding my own business standing in line and all of a sudden, OW! Just humiliating and invasive and painful, too.
I’d have been about 11 at the time. I was wearing a screaming purple one-piece with a ruffle skirt. Was never sure who exactly did it, since at the time I was a kid and thus excited about the rides and not at all alert to what the men around me were doing. Plus I was pretty nearsighted and no one had noticed yet, so a lot of things were an indistinct blur to me at the time.
But there was this noisy little knot of guys maybe between 17-21? running around and kind of looking like they got away with something, so I always thought it was them.
Pretty gross, but yeah, after awhile you sort of learn to alternately keep a sharp eye out, hide, and/or just resign yourself to the fact that, uh, men suck, and have always sucked, and will evermore suck, amen.
(not all men, obvs.)
I’ve employed all the tactics above at various points, with varying levels of success.
It’s depressing but every woman I know has come up with some sort of defense mechanism to cope. (Denial counts in my book, too.)
@lizzy – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Huge enormous virtual hugs if you want them.
@sunnysombrera yeah, school board – it was the 80’s. Catholic school too! If the teachers noticed, and I don’t know how they couldn’t have, they did nothing. But honestly, I didn’t bother complaining about it. I’d already been repeatedly molested at this point (when I was 7-8) by an older boy and though that did sort of get dealt with, in that he was no longer allowed at our house, it wasn’t ever mentioned again and I was left feeling like… well, I guess like this is just how things are, and sometimes guys are going to do things like that and that’s just life.
Eventually that turned into ‘this must be what I’m for’. My teen years were, um, interesting. I don’t think people in general realize how common all this is for so many young girls, and how it affects their choices and behaviour as they become pre-teens, teenagers, women.
I finally got over that thinking in my mid-20’s. Wasn’t easy. My sister and I are arming her 15-yr-old stepdaughter as best we can. Good news is she’s dating an amazing boy who we all really, really like! Bad news… she already has stories of her own to share.
I think you’re onto something. Responsibility? Relating to another adult? What’s THAT? No, let’s pick on a kid and do some damage to her. Because a fucked-up life = POWER. It’s either that, or they want a surefire guarantee of being “her first”. Because first-timers are the Manhood Prize, or something. >eyeroll<
Anyhow. I think it's time for more brain bleach, yes?
In our society, a male without power of some sort is seen as unmasculine–the worst insult.
I think it’s often low self-esteem–a perception of a lack of power–that leads men to make comments like this to such young girls.
They choose someone unthreatening and demonstrate power over her– by making her feel uncomfortable, defining her (as sexual, and as an object in relation to his interest), and taking away her identity and subjecthood (to simply be herself).
Why on earth was that man who was calling up underage girls only fired when he should have been charged by the police?
My first experiences of getting sexual interest were:
A group of slightly older boys shouting about wanting to have sex with me & see me naked when I was walking with my dad. I can’t remember what age I was exactly, but I was under 10.
Boys my own age spying on me in my underwear & coming into the girls changing room to see me naked (they were only kids but still unpleasant & embarrassing for me)
A builder wolf whistling & shouting at me when I was walking home in my school uniform
An older man starting a conversation with me in the street & asking for a date while I was walking home in my school uniform
My godfather admitted to sexually abusing me from the age of 9 months. I remember the abuse from about age 4-5.
The first time a stranger creeped on me was when I was about 10. It was a man, probably late 40s, wearing shorts sitting across from me and my friend (also about 10) on a city bus. He kept peeking his penis out under the hem and smiling when he saw me and my friend looking at it.
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I’ve been reading the stories you’ve shared and most of them sound waaaay too familiar. Several episodes come to mind but I won’t share them as I dont feel like remembering all the disgusting details. None of them have gone out of hands though, but the fear and the shame I felt keep bothering me even today.
The first episode I remember dates back to when I was about 12 and, even now, I still don’t know how to handle street harassment. I’ve tried ignoring them and yelling back, only to be called a crazy slut and to be stared at by bystanders as if I were truly crazy.
It just so dehumanizing. I sometimes wish I were invisible when I walk down the street.
I’d love to hug all of you ladies and men who have been through similar or even worse stuff. I know we are not alone, though that phrase is not as conforting as it used to be.
To the admin and the ones who comment regularly, keep up the good work. It’s good to know that’s people out there who are worried about these issues too.
I would get catcalls from construction workers when I was in 3rd and 4th grade.
I was in 4th or 5th grade when someone (who I later realized must have stalked me from my school to my home at least once before to know my route) parked along the route where I road my bike, called to me to get my attention, asked for directions to somewhere innocuous, then pulled up his penis and asked me what I thought of it.
In high school, I’d routinely have guys stop their cars or pickups to ask me if I wanted to “go to a party”. As I’m walking to school in the morning, or back home at 3 or 4 in the afternoon.
Bina, I love Maru!
Mine was when I was 12 and some Marine MSGT or some such started calling me with nasty messages … If my parents answered, he’d hang up but if I answered, he’d tell me what he wanted to do to me. The odd thing … he thought I was YOUNGER and went to a local Elementary school. We got the police involved and they put a tap on the phone to both record him and get his phone number. From what I understand, he had to stand trial AND go through a court martial.
Hmm, well, the first time I got sexual attention from a man was from a friend of the family when I was six, but I didn’t understand (he used to ask for kisses, and he got an erection once when I was in his lap). I don’t remember if anything else happened, but we moved away. Later I discovered he molested by kindergarten best friend for a year when she was nine, bribing her with rent and food money for her family to keep it quiet.
On a trip to Mexico when I was about 9 and my sister was 7 a bunch of men in the ocean surrounded us and began trying to put their fingers inside us, grabbing our butts and non-existent breasts. I dove and swam away but my sister describes it going on longer for her and feeling terrified. Our parents, a few yards away on the shore, didn’t appear to notice.
When I was 12 I was catcalled; when I was thirteen I was molested by an old man in a movie theater when I fell asleep during Kundun (that was a long movie). He edged his scarf over my lap to feel me up. I never told anyone but later was on an annual trip to CA with my parents and saw in the Needles motel room on the news that he had been arrested for molesting many young girls.
When I was sixteen I worked as assistant director on a bilingual production of the House of the Spirits. Whenever I went backstage to get anything a big tall man in his late thirties who was a stagehand on the production used to call me “fat ass” and sneer at me and say other awful things while backing me into a corner and grabbing my butt and sticking his hands up my skirt.
When I was seventeen I got into a relationship with a twenty-four-year old who raped me on more than one occasion…this pattern continued throughout my twenties–of sexual harassment, following, groping, assault, and rape–because I am young-looking and small but with large breasts (I think this is part of it, some men think large breasts are available for public use) and in part, I think, from low self-esteem from these early childhood instances and other childhood issues. I am still young-looking but more confident now and as long as I stay away from men and have a strict no-trust policy when it comes to male intentions (unless it is with friends I know *very well,* as I am now more capable of making better decisions about whom to trust) I can stay out of harm’s way.
It’s sick how predatory some men are. They prey on young women and girls either for ego (this is when they can get the girls to say “yes” because they are impressionable and starstruck) or malice (young girls and women from vulnerable groups are much easier to prey on).
It’s a huge social problem, and I still don’t know what to do about it. To make matters worse, so many people misunderstand “Lolita.” It’s not about a precocious girl seducing a man, it’s about a man taking advantage of a girl who doesn’t know any better and doesn’t know how else to seek a man’s love and affection. That girls identify sex as the way to a man’s affection, even when very young, says a lot about the state our society is in.
I grew up Quiverfull (’nuff said? probably) so the awareness of the “bad male look” starts very young and responsibility for it is placed squarely on the shoulders of (you guessed it) the little girl.
Bill Gothard and his “V-necked or yoked shirt make the poor boys sin by looking at your chest, and V-waist skirts make boys look at your hoo-hah area” garbage was big for a while. But don’t forget to curl your hair and wear JUST the right amount of makeup. Pervy old f*ck*r.
It got so bad and so emphasized that the boys weren’t allowed to handle laundry or help fold the BABIES’ ONSIES because the crotch snaps were seductive.
I am not making this up. The CROTCH SNAPS ON AN INFANT ONESIE.
(Obviously, when the Duggar story broke and the “their diapers were so sexy!!” excuse was made, I just rolled my eyes. I mean, for all of us growing up in that culture, this was run of the mill. Kids were sex objects, and usually sex toys as well. I lost count of the number of cults we were in that were later busted for kid diddling and rape.)
I remember being made to take my 2 year old sister off and find a pair of frilled bloomers to cover her diaper when a visiting family’s patriarch said her dress was too short and his 6 year old might be having bad thoughts.
Again, not making this shit up.
Hi unabashedcalabash and Paige Hamilton,
Firstly, welcome to the site! Have you received a Gift Basket? Make sure to check out our comment policy too.
Secondly, thank you for sharing your experiences with us. It’s brave, it sets a great example, and it helps other people who’ve been through difficult situations to know that they are not alone.
Thirdly, we generally don’t dig up very old threads to comment on them here – it leads to the conversation getting spread over too many places. This thread is from almost a year ago, so your comments here might have gone entirely unnoticed.
I didn’t really realize it was an old thread–it was at the sidebar, along with other blog posts on this site. Maybe it was dug up by another commenter? I think it might be on people’s minds because of the death of David Bowie and some people bringing up old charges of statutory rape against him (which seems not to have been denied by anyone, yet the girl in question doesn’t feel that way about it and he was never charged). I’m glad it got dug up because otherwise I’d never have seen the reddit threat, which was illuminating. I think it’s important to talk about this stuff too–just *how* common it is, something I myself have realized more and more as I’ve gotten older and which has made me feel better (which makes me feel bad, as I wish it didn’t happen to other girls and young women, but also makes me feel like I’m not alone/there’s not something wrong with me–is there a word for this, like “schadenfraude,” as it’s not quite the same thing? A word for feeling relieved and better about yourself to hear of others suffering the same as you have, because it makes you feel less alone and less like it’s your fault, while simultaneously feeling bad to feel that it’s validating to hear others have suffered as you have? There needs to be). I realize everyone on this site is aware of this issue; I’m not sure about the general public though, since little seems to be done about what is basically an epidemic of the rape of young girls and women. I suppose some see this as a safe space…wish I’d been following the blog recently and had seen the reddit thread before.
I have read the comments policy, thanks. And thank you for the gift basket.
I went back and re-read the comment policy (which I sort of vaguely remember, from a long time ago), just to see if there was any rule about posting on old threads…I did read through others’ replies, I just tend not to pay attention to dates. I’ll keep an eye on them in the future. I don’t follow this blog anymore and just looked it up out of curiosity after a long time not being on here (and saw that post in the sidebar, and clicked on it). But I will save personal comments for open threads in future (if I happen to visit when one is up). I just thought that was kind of the subject of this blog post.
For me rape culture and the way girls and women are turned into objects of male consumption and contempt is one of the most important issues there is, in society. There is absolutely no way we can be free in even the tiniest of ways as long as this kind of predatory behavior continues unchecked and blanketed in denial. Our every interaction with others in the world is subject to a system of checks and balances in which we will always come up short, and nothing makes this clearer than how little women are protected or believed, even in the developed world (and how rarely men are held responsible).
So I guess for me the most ridiculously inflammatory statements made by MRAs are so laughable they are not much worth commenting on. But I appreciate bringing threads like these to our attention and these discussions of rape culture.
However in future I’ll either try to participate or not (I see part of the comments policy is “don’t make it all about me”) and in a less directly personal sense…tbh I try to avoid MRAs and their sites and rhetoric as much as possible so this blog is really an amazing service for anyone who wants to find out what they’re saying and analyze it without actually having to visit the sites. Thanks for the work you do here.
I’ll pay attention to dates and try to participate a bit more in future to get to know some of the other posters on here.