Now the sad thing is, I am pretty much used to being objectified by complete strangers who are usually young groups of men, who I don't know and thus I can dismiss as simply scumbags to be ignored. But that was until I got objectified by a friend, but only realised later on.
The boy in question goes to my college, and is one of my boyfriends mates. Sitting in the canteen somebody says "Ewan said you have a nice bum yesterday". What am I meant to reply? Thankyou for staring at my bum as I walk away. Brilliant. I am glad that my body is of service to you sir?
It then went on to "yeah me and Jack [i.e. the boyf] were debating it". Oh well that's even better! Now I am a subject for discussion? Pick a side - team Beth's arse is great vs team I've seen better?
The horrible thing is that I'm meant to a accept this as a complement. I'm meant to be pleased to be found attractive, and the object of discussion.
Then it's starts to dawn on me. I was wearing a pair of blue velvet corduroy leggings. Then I think is this my fault? My pants could be passed as tight, and my top didn't come down over my bum. When I got dressed that morning, all I thought about was making use of feel comfortable so I could concentrate in my maths a-level exam, not about how I would be seen by other people.
Now the main perpetrator here didn't see anything wrong with commenting on how I looked, and everybody just found it funny. Well I didn't. Now I feel self-conscious. Should I wear these leggings in college again? Should I start taking the long way round instead of walking past the long canteen tables?
I refuse to change how I want to dress and act just to stop the horny eyes of all of these hormonal teenage boys that aren't getting enough female attention so resort to crude comments and cat-calls.
Talk about the many complexities of my peachy arse all you want, just don't make me listen.
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