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What Happens When a Woman Walks Like a Man? In early November of last year, 25-year-old labor organizer Beth Breslaw decided to confront male entitlement one sidewalk stranger at a time.

What Happens When a Woman Walks Like a Man?

She was inspired by a friend's experience: Having heard that men were less likely than their female counterparts to make room on a crowded sidewalk, this friend wanted to test the theory herself while commuting to and from her job in the Financial District. From then on, she spent every day getting repeatedly body-checked. “She would get on the train and have nowhere to sit because men were all spread out on the seats,” Breslaw told me with a laugh. “Then she’d get off the train and have nowhere to walk because men don’t get out of the way.” It's a phenomenon that perhaps we could call manslamming: the sidewalk M.O. of men who remain apparently oblivious to the personal space of those around them. Beth Breslaw had had enough of manslamming, and she wasn’t gonna take it anymore. Mainstream Media is Slowly Learning That Catcalls Are Not Compliments.

Students in Pennsylvania chalked their college campus with this spring.

Mainstream Media is Slowly Learning That Catcalls Are Not Compliments

Photo by Paul Weaver, via Creative Commons. Last week, the New York Post published an article last week with the headline “Hey, Ladies—Catcalls are Flattering! Deal With It.” The article, sadly, was not a joke. The piece provoked an immediate flurry of articles voicing the opposite point of view not only on feminist and liberal outlets and blogs, but also in outlets like Time and USA Today. Seven years ago this month, I turned in my master’s thesis on street harassment at George Washington University. The article was followed by commenters that mostly leaned toward the “compliment” side of this debate, as did the authors of some of the blog posts I saw written in response to the article. Social media has certainly helped push mainstream media in the right direction on street harassment. But there are still ways that media can improve in its representation of street harassment. Want the best of Bitch in your inbox?

L'espace public à l'épreuve du genre. New App Will Help Keep You Safe When You're Walking Home Alone. Les turques ferment les jambes des hommes dans le métro. Blog: Inequality by Design. Les filles, grandes oubliées des loisirs publics. Une ville faite pour les garçons. Nos espaces urbains sont construits pour tous, pensez-vous ?

Une ville faite pour les garçons

Il n'en est rien. Dès le plus jeune âge, tout est fait pour y favoriser la présence des garçons, affirme le géographe Yves Raibaud. A la veille des élections municipales, il propose aux élu(e)s des actions concrètes. À Paris, Toulouse, Bordeaux et Montpellier, les garçons sont les usagers majoritaires de la ville.

Tunnel Vision; Women Feel Hemmed In By Space-Invading Men. Gillian Costello is a lawyer.

Tunnel Vision; Women Feel Hemmed In By Space-Invading Men

Proof is important to her. So yesterday, to show a reporter something on the subway, she conducted a simple empirical demonstration. Ms. Costello had absolutely no doubt about the outcome of her experiment, because she tests this particular hypothesis twice every workday. A lesson re-learned on gender and space. I’ve recently returned from a holiday in Melbourne (a city in southern Australia).

A lesson re-learned on gender and space

It’s a gorgeous city; you can read about some of what I did and see a few pictures from the trip here. But just now I want to tell you a small story about the flight. My friend E and I, after an eventful train ride to the airport, finally made it to the departure lounge. We dragged our luggage along, looking for two seats side by side. We found one seat. Gender and the Body Language of Power.

We’re celebrating the end of the year with our most popular posts from 2013, plus a few of our favorites tossed in.

Gender and the Body Language of Power

Enjoy! Philosopher Sandra Lee Bartky once observed that being feminine often means using one’s body to portray powerlessness. Le genre et l’espace. Genre et transports publics : la guerre des territoires. C’est en errant sur Twitter la semaine dernière que nous sommes tombés sur une énième conversation lancée par la blogueuse étiquetée “féministe” (ce n’est pas son unique engagement), Mar_Lard.

Genre et transports publics : la guerre des territoires

Les débats auxquels elle participe sur les réseaux sociaux soulèvent bien souvent des questions piquantes de discrimination. Cette fois, la discussion abordait plus ou moins directement un bouquet de thèmes qui nous sont chers tels que la place des femmes dans l’espace public, et plus précisément les incivilités teintées de machisme. YOUR BALLS ARE NOT THAT BIG. Fuck You, Dudes Who Sit With Their Legs Spread So Wide That They Take Up Two Seats (Your Dick Is Not That Big) I've seen a lot of women — including older women, women with children, women with disabilities — offer up their seats on a long, crowded, wildly-rocking Green Line ride (Chicagolander here) for **other women** who are older, carrying or supervising children, or who have visible physical disabilities or difficulties.

Fuck You, Dudes Who Sit With Their Legs Spread So Wide That They Take Up Two Seats (Your Dick Is Not That Big)

I have also occasionally seen a male child (we're talking somewhere between 8 and 14 years old) do the same. It is so rare that I see a man offer his seat. Or the part of "his" seat dedicated to his other leg. I want to thank people when I see them getting up to give someone else they're seat; it's such a good thing to do, especially if you can see the person standing is struggling. But I mostly don't, because I feel guilty for not having done so myself. Does anyone else have experience with this sort of thing? I'm all over the place here, sorry, just stream of consciousness about the couple pounds of awkward I carry when I think about crowded public transit.

Dans le métro, les hommes occupent plus d’espace que les femmes. Le voilà, le maître du monde.

Dans le métro, les hommes occupent plus d’espace que les femmes

Les jambes nonchalamment écartées, les pieds calés de chaque côté du corps, le journal largement ouvert devant lui, la tablette à portée de main, installé comme s’il lisait paisiblement dans son salon. A côté, une femme, telle une petite souris, a replié les jambes, rangé ses affaires et posé son sac sur ses genoux.