“[A director] had an actor in to read opposite me. We hadn’t even been introduced. And the director told this guy to start seducing me and kissing my neck while we read. It was so weird. Eventually I just said: ‘I can’t do this.’ And, of course, I was told I was difficult and all that. But I felt really violated by letting it go on for 10 minutes to try to get a job. And, of course, I didn’t get the job. But it felt so old-fashioned, so inappropriate.”
– Sienna Miller opens up about her modern day “casting couch” experience when some creepy director watched an actor kiss her for 10 minutes during an “audition.” Miller played Tippi Hedren (above) in HBO’s movie “The Girl,” a disturbing flick about how director Alfred Hitchcock sexually harassed Hedren throughout the filming of “The Birds.” As gross as Miller’s experience was, it was nothing compared to the awful exploitation older Hollywood actresses have had to go through just to get work. “Nowadays we are far more able to achieve things without feeling indebted to some man who essentially wants to control and possess free-spirited women,” Miller said. I’m dying to know the identify of the offending director. [Guardian UK]
Jen Kirkman is a comedian on “Chelsea Lately” and “After Lately.” This post was reprinted with permission from her Tumblr.
I’m on a Twitter strike. I am so sick of the way men on Twitter treat lady comics. And my male friends always DM me or text me or email me or talk to me about how they hate it too but they never speak up.
I am constantly tweeting about gay rights (I’m straight) and racism (I’m white). It takes two seconds and it’s part of who I am. My male comedy friends show support by suggesting that I just let it slide, “these people are idiots/trolls.” But I don’t see it as “trolls” — these are actual men who are showing me that their opinion is that a woman is acting “hysterical” when she reacts to being treated unfairly. Suddenly I am not funny or fun. My male comedy friends sometimes lament that they want to support and that they hate how they see their women friends being treated on line but “but don’t know what to say.” Keep reading »
I’m never really sure how I feel about concealed weapons, but in this case, I have to just laugh: A woman in Longview, Washington, was walking at Lake Sacajawea on Wednesday evening when a man “aggressively”came up to her while masturbating and “suggested she should watch him,” the Seattle Times reports. That’s when this woman whipped out her gun. Dudebro tucked his dick back in his pants and ran away. He wasn’t suspecting that, now was he?
Of course the sad part is that a woman shouldn’t have to produce a firearm to be safe from street harassment or sexual assault. But in this instance, it didn’t hurt. [Seattle Times]
“Totally Biased With W. Kamau Bell” is a show I keep meaning to start watching, especially because of skits like this. Kamau hit the streets to talk to talk about street harassment, asking women how it makes them feel and asking men why they do it. Surprise, surprise, boys: Yelling “Check out that ass!” at a woman just makes you look obnoxious (at best) and mad creepy (at worst). But the some of the men Kamau talked to don’t seem to get it. They think women “really like it.” There’s this one guy who insists that women “really like” being hollered at by strangers. Hmm, maybe he hasn’t considered he’s the one who actually enjoys making women uncomfortable? Oh, obliviousness.
When most people think about street harassment, they think about what women wear or about how women should respond to catcalls. But there are other, more subtle, effects of street harassment and how it affects women’s existence in public space. Recently, The Wall Street Journal noted that only 11 percent of the participants in India’s Delhi Half Marathon were female and one of the reasons they gave for why women in India don’t run is the “stares and calls from drivers, cyclists and pedestrians.” In other words, women don’t go outside to exercise when they live in fear of street harassment. Keep reading »
Living in New York City means getting used to street harassment. In the past few years, my name has been Baby, Sexy, Bitch, and Hey You, Why Don’t You Smile? I’ve learned when to give the finger and when to hide. My friend Jen Dziura, a life coaching columnist, advises women that the best way to counter street harassment is to walk calmly up to the whistler or catcaller in question and politely let him know that he needs to learn how to speak to women in a respectful way.
It’s because of her that I finally said something to the Hasidic men who harass me in my neighborhood. Keep reading »