Post by Rebecca Farlow
So I went camping this weekend, and in the space of three days, was twice stopped by men helpfully telling me that I was entering the women’s bathroom. Imagine that! Me, a woman, going into the women’s bathroom. I’d like to say that I graciously turned to each man and said, in a calm, yoga-instructor voice, “Why, thank you. I do appreciate that you’re here to help me navigate these complicated restroom choices.” But alas, that’s not what happened. I should mention that I hate camping and was already angry in both situations. To the first man, I turned, stared, and said, “Yep.” The second one, who caught me at 2:30 PM on the final day of the trip when I hadn’t yet had lunch, just got a really long glare. Neither man apologized.
As a woman, I’m deeply hurt when people assume I’m a man. It doesn’t matter that there might be valid reasons for their assumptions: I’m 5’11” with broad shoulders and have short hair. However, my features are not masculine, and I have breasts. That’s right, I said it. Breasts, breasts, breasts. And it’s not like it happens to me every day, or really, very often at all. But every time it happens, I question myself. Am I not feminine enough? What does that even mean? Should I grow my hair out just so the people rude enough to question my gender won’t say anything?Read More