The First Time I Felt Objectified As A Woman

The First Time I Felt Objectified As A Woman

Further proof that sexism still exist.

What does it mean to be objectified? My own definition of this is when a person (in particular, a woman) is degraded by a sexist attitude meant to make that person feel as though they are nothing better than a mere object.

I had my first experience with sexism during my freshman year of college. The very first time I realized that the stereotypical "male pig" still existed during my first week of orientation. It was a hot day in early September, so I decided to wear a short sleeve shirt and a pair of ankle-exposing Capri's (super sexually suggestive, right?), and I went for a walk. I explored the unfamiliar surroundings of my campus with another friend, and the day just seemed to be going perfectly. Then, it happened. I remember the image so clearly of that black SUV pulling up as I waited for the crosswalk light to change. The window rolled down, and I heard the words "Hey, are you looking for a party tonight? I can give you a party, Baby!" In that moment I remember I didn't turn to look at the man yelling this obscenity; I just froze in place waiting for him to drive away. I didn't think much of the situation at first other than that hadn't happened to me before.

I felt no emotion about this weird occurrence at first, but then the same thing happened two more times that day. As I was walking to my college's football stadium, I heard "Sexy ladies, how you doing?" And then in this same time span from another car, "Do you girls want a ride? Come on we can party. I even have some good pot!" After the second time I heard the word party, it was like a trigger in my mind. I felt anger. I had so much anger towards these imbeciles whose words affected on the deepest level.

I remember sitting in the stadium as I was unable to focus on the football game. I thought to myself, "Is that what most people think girls do in college? Party and smoke weed?" I wondered if my academic status will mean nothing in the professional world because of my gender? Will I always be treated as less equal because I am a woman? Being catcalled is one thing, but being catcalled on a college campus reassures how women are still treated as objects regardless of IQ level, work ethic, or academic achievements.

This experience has led me to believe that the struggle for women to be treated as a mans equal is still very real in this modern era. Coming from a small farm town, I never experienced what women who live in cities must have to deal with on a daily basis. My only hope is that my own children won't live in an era that is obviously still a "man's world." I would never have thought that the kind of misogyny those men shouting from their cars expressed was still existent in this era where feminism is so strong with movements trying to stop stereotypes that women are constantly subjected to. The fight to just achieve equal pay for women is hard enough, let alone the constant fight for equal respect. Maybe, it's the way that an older generation has raised their sons, but it's still no excuse to mistreat a woman. I had thought that long ago the idea that a woman belongs in the kitchen was no longer an ideology actually used, but I've been proven wrong. The struggle to be a woman who has to prove every day that she is as capable as a man to do a task is something that still lives on as I can only hold on to a glimpse of hope that those mindsets will change. In the twenty-first century where people are more diverse than ever, being a woman should be the least of my worries.

I am not anyone's "baby." I am not just an excuse to party. I am not an unintelligent "bimbo" who just came to college to have a good time. I am not something that can be used and then thrown away. I am not an object.

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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