Fair enough. Anyone, not just women, can encounter someone they feel uncomfortable around, and move away.hadespussercats wrote:
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.
What you've described is not peculiar to women. When I'm in the city I take care to not go down certain streets, and that sort of thing. I recall being in the city as a young first year in college, and I was walking alone. A guy walking toward me had a hoodie on and was walking alone toward me. I tried to act like we were just two guys passing each other, but he grabbed my jacket, asked me if I wanted to get shot, and fished through my pockets for my wallet and valuables (which I had not brought with me, luckily).hadespussercats wrote:
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.
After that, I was more careful, and realized it's not smart to walk alone in the city when you can help it. All the same precautions you mention taking are taken by men too. It's just basic awareness. None of that seems to bear much of a relation to the discomfort that one might feel at an atheist/skeptic convention, though.