Even though I’m 60 plus and a grandmother, this is what it’s like for me almost every time I leave the house. Wolf-whistling, leering and muttered comments about my appearance no matter what I’m wearing (although that should be irrelevant.) Track suit, trainers, hair up, hair down, no-make up, whatever. There’s always something. It often starts within seconds and continues until I shut the front door behind me on my return.
It’s perpetrated by a small minority of men. It’s threatening, infuriating, tedious and distracting. But I’ve discovered a tactic that stops this everydaysexism every single time.
Stop walking. Point your smart phone at them. Make an exaggerated hand gesture as if taking a photo.
It completely unnerves them.
Suddenly they realise their photo might be on social media. Suddenly they realise the wife’s best mate might tell them she’s seen them on that there Twitter. Suddenly they realise the boss might see it and they might lose their job.
And in a lightning quick split second the expression on their face changes from a predatory leer to confused fear.
It’s a joy to behold. And it works.