Coito ergo sum wrote:hadespussercats wrote:
CES, here's the thing-- what you say about men being more frequently the targets of violent assault may be true, but in my experience, living in a city where people constantly think about the possibility of violent crime, it still isn't as immediate in men's concerns as it is for women. This is dangerous for men-- I get really frustrated when my husband comes home from work at three in the morning and talks about being glad that he's over six feet tall and 225 pounds.
"Honey, your height isn't going to help you if someone pulls a gun."
But I don't think my husband is unusual thinking this way. Women, on the other hand, are constantly having to think about the possibility of being harmed. Women as victims of violent crime is not only one of the most popular leads in news stories, but crime dramas on TV, horror films, murder mysteries-- the young dead woman, or the young victimized woman, is usually at the center. It's a big part of the culture. And that says a lot about us, in terms of what we're scared of, and maybe, in a sick vein, about cultural fantasies.
I get that. That doesn't seem to jog, however, with the general assertion that women walk around all day shaking in their boots, thinking every male they encounter might be Shrodinger's Rapist and puzzling out escape routes. I can certainly understand a woman's greater sensitivity to being raped. But, I do not see that as some sort of justification for labeling "men" as Shrodinger's Rapist and being afraid of all men. That's the same logic as saying that most crime in the city is committed by minorities, and therefore I will view all minorities as Shrodinger's Mugger because even though one minority person might not be a mugger, I have no way of knowing that person's intention until they prove otherwise. That would be racist. The same analysis about men is quite sexist.
And, with the Shrodinger's Rapist logic, your husband is being really "cavalier with his [own] safety," isn't he? I mean - shouldn't he view any male he comes in contact with as a potential mugger?
Being aware of the constant possibililty of violence is different from "shaking in [my] boots." If I'm in an elevator, and a guy I feel weird about (for any reason-- I don't question gut instinct anymore, though I used to when I was younger and thought it was more important to be nice and non-judgmental)
--Anyway, guy steps on, I'll often act like "Oh, this is my stop," and get out, and wait for another elevator. No fear, just awareness and action.
I check out the look of streets before I walk down them by myself. Lots of shops open? Lots of pedestrians? Then okay. Looks like a wasteland? Keep walking another block or two before I make the turn. Again-- not shaking in my boots, just making assessments and acting on them.
Weird guy gets on the subway? (Huge range of what might qualify a guy as weird-- I go by my gut, and my gut might not be fair.) I might casual-like change my seat to be closer to other women, or change cars.
I remeber when I was 25 or so, in grad school, which was in lower Manhattan, coming home from a late night working until 5 in the morning. I decided it wasn't right that I should feel afraid to walk the street by myself just because I was a young woman. I had no money for a cab, so I headed for the subway.
I saw a group of kids-- early teens, it looked like, riding their bikes up the sidewalk toward me. They had their hoodies pulled up around their faces. I saw them, and they frightened me a bit. But I thought, "Come on-- I'm just being age-ist and racist-- that's just a bunch of boys having fun on their bikes, and it's cold out."
As they rode past me, each one smacked me in the face.
I ran to the subway, stayed in view of the ticket-taker's booth, rode home near a subway door so I could hop off the train if I needed to fast, and made it home.
But that was a stupid risk I took, all because I was trying not to be sexist, racist, age-ist, or overly fearful. I'm lucky all they did was smack me in the face-- that they didn't turn around and follow me down in to the subway.
So yeah, now my assessments aren't always fair. Some nice guys probably get smeared in my mind.
Too fucking bad. I'm more concerned with saving my skin. And they'll survive a woman not being nice to them.