Aaaand, here comes the Agonising Pain - Tactical Ninja
Jan. 10th, 2013
10:22 am - Aaaand, here comes the Agonising Pain
What I didn't tell you yesterday about Pretzel Class was that Tuesday is also the day I see DoomBoy, and this being the start of the New Year, he ran me through a new programme, which involves a session of intensive core work and a session of targeted weights training. I will be doing these on my own as my sessions with him are usually super-heavy (for me) weights that require a spotter or I'd drop them on my head. However, the exercises had names like Skull Crushers, Iron Cross Dance, and Cable Swim, and I had no idea what those are. So he ran me through them. All of them. Then I went to Pretzel Class.
Now I am ded. Or, parts of me are - weird parts, like the muscles between my ribs WTF? And in my armpits! Who the hell has muscles in their armpits? Anyway, I failed yesterday - I was supposed to do a bunch of running and I only did half a bunch before going "Fuck this for a game of soldiers" and going home to do some stretches instead because OH GOD OW. I'm not so hardcore as to not recognise when I should probably have a rest - at least, that's my excuse lalala...
Seems Greer's Class of Agonising Pain is not so inaptly(?) named after all.
This is about exactly what it says on the box, and contains descriptions. You have been warned.
Yesterday I logged into Twitter for the first time in a few days. I don't read Twitter all that often because I often find that a day on Twitter adds +3 Rage to my usual stats and I can live without that, you know? But anyway, there was a hashtag floating around - #shoutingback - that was getting some airtime, so I went and had a look.
Turns out it was people (mostly women) telling stories of ways in which they have been harrassed on the street by random strangers (mostly men) who for some reason feel entitled to approach strange women and engage them. Looking this morning, it's mostly people saying "Hey go look at this if you don't believe street harrassment happens." It's.. sobering reading. I only managed to read about 30 before I had to stop because +3 Rage, -3 Objectivity.
At the time, I was thinking how lucky I am not to have been subjected to much street harrassment. It's not a big thing here - at least, not in comparison to the way it seems to happen in other countries. However, I suspect that's a subjective viewpoint, and also as I was walking to work this morning I realised that maybe it's a bigger thing than I'd originally thought, because I remembered two occasions that hadn't clicked in my memory yesterday - the first time it happened and the most recent.
The first time: I was maybe 8 or 9 and was walking home from school. I had to pass a supermarket and it just so happened that the parking lot of the supermarket and associated recycling bins was where the older kids chose to hang out after school. As I walked past, I noticed several young guys standing around. They spotted me and started yelling stuff at me, like "Hey girl, we're going to rape you!" I had no idea if they meant it or not but I'd heard about stranger danger so I ignored them and kept walking. They started coming after me, going "We're coming for you now, we're going to rape you!" And I started running. Instead of going home, I ran to my brother's friend's house which was closer. I don't think they followed me because really, they could have caught me - they were twice my size. When I got there I told Peter's folks what happened and they called my Mum who came and got me. That was the end of it - I had no idea who the boys were or what to do about it anyway. So I tucked it away. Chances are they were just being jerks, trying to scare me and picking on someone to make themselves feel big. However, I was fucking 8! And this group of young men were threatening me with rape on the street as a form of entertainment for themselves.
The most recent: A couple of weeks ago I was walking home from handbalancing, and I came to an intersection where a group of young men coming from a different direction joined the road I was walking on. We were positioned so I got to the road just before they did, and I ended up walking about 5 metres in front of them, going in the same direction. I could see they were fooling around, maybe had been drinking, and were 'giving each other shit' the way young guys do. But when I turned up, their tone changed and they started making comments just loud enough for me with my deaf ear to not-quite-hear, but obviously aimed at me. I ignored them, partly because I couldn't hear what they were saying anyway. This continued as we walked about 20 metres and across a crossing. Still behind me, they then changed to being louder and saying things like "Brrr, I'm so COLD!" and "She's made of ICE!" I kept ignoring them and they kept this up for another 20m or so, till I made a traffic light that they missed and got far enough ahead that they were out of earshot.
I wasn't afraid this time, partly because they seemed to not actually be serious, and partly because I was in a populated part of town where I could easily escape if it did turn nasty. But again, it was a group of men singling out a lone woman for unwanted attention, and behaving in a way that could be perceived as threatening. I also know that if I had been with a man, it probably wouldn't have happened. If I'd been with another woman it possibly would have. If I'd been a lone man? I don't know. Guys on here, have any of you experienced harrassment of this kind? I'm curious because while I can imagine scenarios where groups of young men entertain themselves by harrassing lone men, I've never actually seen it happen.
So, um, yeah. Maybe I've been subjected to more street harrassment than I originally thought. Certainly, before I ended up being followed by those young guys, I'd already seen them, assessed their state, figured they might be a problem, checked out potential escape routes and run through in my head how I might deal with it if they decided to be more than just jokers. And part of the reason for that is that when I was 8, a group of young guys gave me a good reason to assess my level of danger every time I'm alone in this situation - all in the name of their own entertainment.
As you can imagine, I'm not very receptive to folks saying I should be flattered by male attention when I'm by myself. Mostly I don't feel particularly threatened by it either - but that's only because I've already run through all the potential scenarios that could play out and figured out how I'll avoid them. It's certainly not a mindset that makes the attention welcome, eh? Just saying.
Meanwhile, since that wasn't a very fun topic, a comment from adam_0oo (who you should all go read cos he's dead entertaining) this morning suggested that unless I'm a comic book or a movie, he's unlikely to remember anything useful about me. Which got me thinking, if I were a comic book or a movie, which one would I be?
Tank Girl. Duh.
Anyway, I'm more interested in you. I'm sure there are Facebook memes that tell you this sort of thing, along with what colour you are, what crystal best represents you, and what line from My Little Pony - Friendship is Magic most sums up your life. But I want to know in your own words, and why. Or maybe you could do someone else.
Mostly it's just because I want movie and comic recommendations. Yep.