Putting on a fake smile doesn't benefit me, and therefore the benefit is purely for the seemingly well-meaning smile requester. They are telling you to smile so that they have something prettier to look at whilst they go about their day. It's not about making the woman feel happier at all. So, if putting on a fake smile is purely to make me look more attractive, why should I?
he Everyday Sexism Project isn't archiving examples of men saying hello to random women. They are collecting and sharing women's stories of street harassment and low-level forms of sexual assault and violence. Foster seems to have misunderstood the difference between asking a woman on a date and sexual harassment.
As an educated woman, I was fervent on being a success, earning my own money, whilst maintaining a good level of health, fitness, an active social life and when the time was right - we'd decide when to start a family, where we would both play an equal role as co-parents. I realise now that this was an unrealistic expectation.
There's a reason why there isn't a show called Women V Food because you're conditioned to hog, eat competitively and scoff. We're conditioned to watch what we eat, consider low-fat options and watch our figures. We do consider it a violation in a public place that someone has caught us at a vulnerable moment and decided to broadcast it.
I've seen plenty of men who wear a similar look on their face... But when was the last time a builder told them to "cheer up love", a server at Itsu wrote "smile" on their napkin when they were just trying to buy sushi in peace, or their mum and/or best friend reminded them they're "much prettier" when they smile? Yeah, I thought as much.
I have never seen so much confusion surrounding a campaign than 'No More Page 3' (NMP3). Yes, I am young and not world weary, but as a supporter of the cause I have certainly grown weary of the misconceptions and the false assumptions about what the organisers are saying. So I propose to tell you exactly what the campaign is NOT...
I'm sick of the fact that because I am female, I am public property. I'm done with being dissected because I talk about that. And if you can't think of another word for what women like me are, you call us bitter. You expect it to sting and you expect us to shut our mouths and stop caring about ourselves, and each other, and our rights.
This is a letter to freshers everywhere. Don't worry, its not going to be naggy or anything. Being a fresher is meant to be fun; partying, ill-advised hook-ups, and the friendships that blossom from the shared misery of a hangover. But it also comes with its own brand of pressure; fresher pressure if you will.
I'm a member of divisive Facebook Group Women Who Eat On Tubes. I joined because I didn't like what I saw. If you've read enough on the subject, or need to alphabetise your dried herbs, you're excused.
For almost a decade now I have remained an unemployed/unemployable journalist; my workload stuttered and stalled as my kidney function teetered and crashed. Indeed, in the past ten years I have only had two articles published, that's a fairly low output for someone with the audacity to dish out business cards with the words 'freelance writer' emblazoned across them.