if ur not a good liar you really should practice with your friends immediately and naturally giving a fake name, fake hometown, job, school major, etc. so when random men hit you up about your fucking memoir on public transit you can give them nothing to be anxious about I’m serious
Having a fallback identity in case of People You Don’t Want To Know Your Name (which includes creeps on public transit, missionaries, Greenpeace, door-to-door salespeople, The person from your past that hasn’t reconized you yet, and that one neighbor), and practicing with your friends and/or significant other is important too, so they don’t blow your cover and so you have a subtle way of telling them you are uncomfortable with this person.
For instance, my Finace knows if I introduce myself as “Anna” something’s wrong and to not contradict me/possibly we will be leaving suddenly.
Or you could be a fucking grownup & tell them to fuck off or you will assault them. Jesus Christ when did they stop teaching girls “if a man fucks with you you knee him in the groin as hard as you can & when he’s down beat the ever loving fuck outta him for even THINKING you were someone to be trifled with.” If you are not in fear of physical attack DON’T FUCKING LIE. Just say “I don’t want to talk to you you seem creepy and I’m afraid & if you don’t leave me alone I’m gonna beat the shit out of you. My goddess are women really such cowards now? Wtf happened to the woman empowerment and self defense classes in the 80’s and 90’s? Hera & Wonder Woman would be mightily ashamed.
First, of all, this post wasn’t only for “grownups,” but if you want to tell some 13 year old to try to physically fight an adult man, cool, I guess?
Anyway, let’s start with the fact that I am a martial artist. I don’t need “self defense” classes. I know how to do it, and I’m good at what I know how to do.
Here’s the thing: I don’t look like a martial artist. Nobody really expects it from me, and that’s because the truth is you can’t tell whether or not a person is a skilled fighter just by looking at them.
So I’m not going to assume I can fight any man who creeps me out on public transit. Which is a lot of men. All the time.
WHY would I take the risk of a physical fight, of violence, that I may or may not win, when I can just make up a name and phone number instead?
Your response is very odd to me, because it seems like you’re suggesting the act of lying when pressured by a stranger to give up personal information is somehow…..immoral? And that it’d be more honorable? Somehow? To tell the truth and then get in a fist-fight on a bus if necessary…….
I’m not angry. I’m genuinely just flabbergasted. What a weird, weird way to think.
Wonder Woman would NOT be ashamed of me for picking my battles carefully and for protecting myself by whatever means I deem most efficient for my safety. Since when is the skill of cunning cowardice?
it seems to me, the ability to assess the situation and make the call for what will work best to deescalate things without putting myself in more danger is, in fact, brave and worthy of praise.
Don’t project your narrow-minded idea of bravery onto everyone. It’s not welcome.
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