News Flash :: Women Are Scared All the Time

I recently went against my better judgement and had an exchange of words in the comment section of a friend’s Facebook post. Some (most likely) well-intentioned men decided to offer up their explanation about why something happened in order to downplay my friend’s fear of a potentially dangerous situation. One even suggested that she take down the post so as not to spark widespread panic throughout an entire city of women. As I witnessed my friend begin to doubt herself throughout the day, I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer. So, I joined the discussion.

I *might* have used the word “mansplain,” which apparently has become a bit of a trigger word for men. And seeing as it didn’t go over well (i.e. I had a bunch of capitalized nonsense thrown in my direction), I will omit it from the following synopsis of my comment on this matter. It went a little something like this…

Sorry guys, you may enjoy the privilege (also didn’t didn’t go over well) of walking around not feeling threatened by the possibility of sexual assault, but you do not get the privilege of telling a woman when she should or should not be scared. If a woman feels too scared to walk to her car in a dark, empty parking lot alone, she has a legitimate reason for that feeling. Bad things happen to women, things that most men will never even begin to experience. We do not need to be shielded from Facebook posts about another woman’s fear.

News flash! Women are already scared ALL THE TIME.

One gentleman in particular didn’t seem to quite understand why he was being reprimanded for suggesting that a woman should not have felt fear in this particular situation. So to clear up any further confusion, I have included a few examples of what might qualify you for determining what a woman’s appropriate response to fear should be.

  • If you have been called mean or cold (or probably something much worse) because you won’t talk to a strange man, you might be qualified.
  • If you have had to strike up a conversation with a random person in order to lose the creepy guy that has been following you around the store, you might be qualified.
  • If you have been told since birth that if you dress a certain way or go somewhere alone then you’re asking for it, you might be qualified.
  • If you have ever had to lie about having a boyfriend when being hit on because you know that is the only excuse that would make another man leave you alone, you might be qualified.
  • If you have ever been blamed for something that happened to you when you let your guard down but also criticized for being too stand-offish, you might be qualified.

Now, if you have not experienced any of the above but still want to help alleviate a woman’s fear, there is something you can do. You can BELIEVE HER. Believe that she has decades of experiences and statistics to back up her fear. Believe that women are abducted and sexually assaulted everyday. Believe that it took a tremendous amount of courage to admit her fear, knowing that she would be judged as high maintenance or attention-seeking. BELIEVE HER.

Every time a woman is accused of lying about being afraid, more women lose the courage to speak up. Every time a woman is convinced that her fears are unfounded, more women become unsafe. “No one will believe you” is a common threat from abusers and rapists for a reason. Because it’s true. They know it’s true, and their victims know it’s true. This is what scares me about having three daughters, that no one will believe them. There are always going to be people who want to harm women. This is a fact that will be impossible to change. One thing that would actually make a difference is to believe a woman’s fear.

So, let’s start somewhere small. The next time you want to “help” a woman feel less afraid by writing it off as silly or easy to explain away, don’t. Instead, try these three words…

I believe you.

Mandy grew up in Baton Rouge and graduated from LSU with a degree in Anthropology. In an attempt to figure out what do with an Anthropology degree (seriously, what do you do with it?!?), she moved to DC and received a masters degree in Forensic Science at George Washington University. Still at a loss for what she wanted to be when she grew up, Mandy moved to Austin, TX. Over the course of seven years, she built a successful(ish) jewelry design business, met some of her favorite people ever, imported her now husband from Baton Rouge, and made the decision to move back to Baton Rouge to start a family. Since then, Mandy has worked for a jewelry designer, a CPA, and now a financial advisor. And in between, she was a stay at home mom to three feisty, but sweet daughters, two of which are twins. Her girls love to dance and sing just like their mom, and Mandy's dream of a possible girl version of the Hansons or a Judds-like situation is becoming more of a reality every day. In the meantime, she is pouring her creativity into her writing which can be described as honest, funny and little bit snarky, just like Mandy. You can check out more of her musings at Tantrums and Twirls.

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