Y’all, I’m a teacher. I’m all for teaching opportunities. But I’m also very, very tired of participating in the education of men on my basic humanity in my off time. Like, FFS, at least toss some money my way as a tip if I’m not actively in teaching mode right then.

Yes, it’s been a minute since I’ve blogged. I guess I’ll do a quick catch-up/recap before veering off into my intended rant.
For those who don’t follow along regularly, in the last few years, I became a Lecturer at my university (job stability, yay!) and bought a house. Living in Indiana as a Californian with some non-mainstream identities (queer; Jewish) is still a mixed bag, but I’ve been loving building up my dance community and exploring local farmers markets. My newest book (a collection of fairy-tale poetry) The Thorn Key was nominated for the Elgin Award given out annually by the SFPA (Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association), and in the last year I worked really hard in a new director position at my university and in putting together a portfolio for promotion to Senior Lecturer, which I got. All while inhabiting an increasingly dystopian hellscape!
Maybe I’ve got gender on the brain since I just wrapped up teaching one of my fave college classes this semester: Women, Gender, and Folklore, offered as an anthropology elective that also counts as an elective in my university’s race, gender, and sexuality studies program. It’s a super fun class, with three main themes: representations of gender and women in classic folk narrative genres (fairy tale, legend, and myth, so we read fun stuff like vanishing hitchhiker legends alongside witch and selkie stories and vagina dentata myths), women’s folk groups and the folklore they transmit/perform (rites of passage, holidays, burlesque among disabled communities, personal narratives), and applying feminist and queer theory to folklore (everything from investigating slut shaming to queering kinship in fairy tales). As always, my students were a joy.
So maybe it was me on high alert when I noticed that a male acquaintance had left a comment on one of my Instagram posts where I’d proudly shared a picture of me doing aerial dance. I was wearing shorts and I was upside down in something that is very hard to get into on sling, thank you very much (a crossback invert if you do aerial), and also something that left welts because of the outfit I’d chosen for the photoshoot.
I suffered for this photo. I made art.
And this guy writes: “Happy early birthday to me.”
I’m sure it was meant as a compliment, but I was incensed.
I wrote back something along the lines of: “I’m confused, what do you mean by happy early birthday to you?”
Clearly, this was when he realized something was wrong. He responded: “Oh, I meant that I’m on a fitness journey and with my birthday coming up, you’re really inspiring!”
Followed by: “But now…I can see where that’d be a little creepy.”
This is all my paraphrasing, because he deleted the initial comment, hence deleting the entire exchange. Lesson learned, I guess?
But which lesson?
This is where I stall out. For a lot of reasons. Because I’d thought that it was obvious by now that Women Aren’t Things and that If You Wouldn’t Talk to a Dude That Way Why Would You Talk to a Woman That Way and so on. However, I realize there’s still plenty of misogyny in the world, and that just because I swim in a lot of progressive circles, it doesn’t mean men are immune to it (if anything, some of them are probably shielded from critique because they’re good-enough guys most of the time).
(yes, I know, some men think “but it’s a compliment to say a positive sexy remark to someone!” but this is when I point people to the “Can I buy you a coffee?” blog post that makes the point about ostensibly nice things that become systemic harassment with a metaphor)
In case it needed to be said: if you wouldn’t say it to a coworker, don’t say it to a random woman that you either know or don’t know. If I were friends with a coworker on social media and saw that they’d posted vacation pics of themselves in a bathing suit and I commented, “Happy early birthday to me,” we all recognize that it would be inappropriate, right? And for so many reasons, which I shall list, in case anyone is still working through this one:
- It’s inappropriate to reduce a person of any gender to a sexual object (without their consent)
- It’s rude to comment on someone’s body (without their consent), or, in the case that they have explicitly indicated that they do in fact have a human body (as I did when posting my dance pic), then for goodness’ sake pick something in their control or of their choosing to comment on, such as complimenting their outfit, their smile, and so on; otherwise, I find it incredibly rude and invasive to make assumptions about people’s bodies that likely have nothing to do with the person’s intentions in posting the pic/whatever
- It’s especially uncalled for to make anything a woman says/does into a reflection of a man’s desire (apologies for the heteronormative phrasing, but ya know, it’s widely applicable), as in, to assume that a woman’s intention in posting/doing anything is actually about male gratification… it’s beyond gross and dehumanizing, to exist that one person exists for another (more on that soon)
The other layer that I dislike pulling back is…sigh…here we go… rooted in the use of sexual imagery and availability to negate personhood in our society (which is obviously coded masculine).
Quick lesson in recent feminist theory: Dr. Kate Manne’s concept of the human being vs. the human giver has been revolutionary for me and many others, and it’s key here. In brief, in Western culture, people tend to be socialized into one of two groups, yep, by gender: human beings—assumed to have a full spectrum of rights—and human givers—deserving at least some basic rights, but mostly, they exist to give their time/labor/bodies/etc. to human beings. And look pretty/happy/pleasant while doing so.
The human being vs. human giver distinction matters because (most) men are socialized to expect the emotional, domestic, reproductive, and/or sexual labor of women, and (most) women are socialized to feel that we owe these pieces of ourselves to others. I know a lot of dudes who’ve thought this through and been like “Wow, that’s some gross bullshit, I want no part in it,” same as I know a lot of women who are like “Hahaha fuck no, I refuse to feel bad about living my own life” even though this stuff is suuuper insidious and can take a lot of time and effort to unpack.
But it’s not just about individually unpacking our baggage. There are whole social systems and institutions built around reinforcing and reifying these concepts, and to that end I’m gonna bring in one more genius move from Kate Manne: sexism vs. misogyny. In her definition, sexism is the belief system about the “two” sexes, the gender binary, all the “Men are from Mars, women are from Venus” nonsense about how differently wired we are, both physiologically and emotionally. Misogyny is the social policing of sexism: it’s slut-shaming and pink toys for girls/blue for boys, and every comment on women’s bodies that does not serve an immediate demonstrable function in the moment that affirms her humanity.
As Manne writes in at least one of her books (and I am away from my bookshelf, so no citation for now): Sexism wears a lab coat, and misogyny wields a shock collar or cattle prod.
The important thing about this distinction between sexism and misogyny is that while both play out in human behavior, neither needs to be consciously at the forefront of someone’s mind for it to be in action. Someone doesn’t need to be a villain twirling their mustache and thinking “Mwahaha I hate women and I’m gonna do some women-hating things today!” for their behavior to be misogynist. If their behavior functions to curtail women’s humanity, to try to shove women back into the “human giver” box, we can call it misogynist.
So on the one hand, this comment on my picture was functioning as a misogynist reminder that my body visually exists for men’s gratification, whether sexual or self-improvement motivation or whatever.
But on the other hand, I opened this blog post with a list of my recent intellectual and creative accomplishments, and one unfortunate result of being in the human giver category is that we’re not supposed to do that stuff, we’re only supposed to deliver the goods to men. In the U.S. in particular, with its puritanical roots, you (read: women) can’t be an openly sexual person and an intellectually achiever-y person at the same time, you just can’t. Because sex is filthy or whatever. Because once a woman’s been inappropriately sexual in any way we get to judge her 24/7. Remember The Scarlet Letter? Yeah, that. We don’t make people wear it anymore, but the stigma is still there, just invisible. To be clear, I don’t believe that this association “consensual sex-having/otherwise-connected-to-sexual-stuff=contaminating” is true, but if you’re one of a handful of outliers in an entire goddamn society that believes it to be true? It’s basically as good as true.
(before anyone says “oh stop complaining, someone said you were sexy,” I’m guessing you’ve never had someone call into question your intellectual abilities because they thought you were slutty, or they didn’t like how you had sex; yes, pretty privilege exists and it sucks too, but walking the knife’s edge double bind of women needing to be sexy but not too sexy, flirtatious but not slutty, modest but not prude, and so on, is fucking infuriating, and if I don’t want to be the recipient of sexual comments in non-sexual scenarios, then goddammit that should be my right as much as it is any man’s)
The thing is, I try to cultivate a sex-positive or at least a sex-neutral attitude in life. I think it’s important to combat our society’s religious and moral indoctrination of sex = bad, dirty, contaminating, etc. I think it’s important to do so for a lot of reasons, not least of which is for personal development and pleasure (turns out if you think sex is inherently bad, you’re probably not gonna have a lot of good sex in your life), but also, for bigger ethical reasons: our inability to talk openly about sex and be okay with comprehensive sex education and all aspects of reproduction and so on can lead to really awful shit like victim-shaming survivors of sexual assault and oppressing LGBTQ+ folks because if regular sex is dirty we’re extra dirty and so on. There are SO many reasons to be more open and accepting and educated about sex, and if you want to hear the rest of the rant, please check out my book Sex Education 101: Approachable Essays on Folklore, Culture, & History.
So it is especially an affront to my personhood and my lifelong pursuit of intellectual accomplishment to openly sexualize me without my consent in an public venue like social media, and no, I’m not going all second-wave feminist/anti-porn/anti-sex here, just stating my observation about how unless the only sexual connotations in a woman’s life are that she had monogamous heterosexual procreative sex behind closed doors and is otherwise a saint, she’s considered open game for shitty treatment. I wish it weren’t so, but that’s how many people in our society frame it, and trust me, I am doing my best to move the world in a better direction, through words and deeds, and to surround myself with people who are capable of sitting with the wondrous complexity of humanity without conflating one minor aspect of one’s identity/personhood with the whole potential of their being (and mad respect to those living in open defiance of these norms; I don’t think I currently can, as an educator).
Thanks, I hate it here.
Now, I’m not naming the dude because I know shame is not always effective when combined with learning (oh yeah, one more triumph to recount: I just completed a graduate certificate in applied educational neuroscience through my university’s College of Education…hell yeah!). And it seems like the convo had the intended outcome of him thinking through his actions/statements, and learning something from the interaction, so, no reason to call someone out if it seems like they had a useful realization and will think harder next time before saying something like this again.
But still.
Why did my body have to be the provocation for this man’s learning moment? Why did it have to happen on my watch? Why do I have to have this conversation with apparently educated, maybe even progressive men about how it’s not okay to treat people like things?
I know the answers. I explained them above (human beings believing they’re entitling to anything/everything from human givers; misogyny as an expression of sexism). It’s just galling to encounter this stuff in such innocuous settings like me sharing a happy picture of an aerial dance moment.
As folks in any marginalized/minoritzed category know, it’s these tiny yet callous reminders that you exist for someone else’s pleasure or utility that cut deep even as we know that they’re simultaneously minor in the grand scheme of things and a tiny fractal model that mirrors the larger inequities at work.
So please, moving forward, try not to make other people’s bodies/existence your learning moments. It ain’t fun for those of us doing the teaching. If you’re still learning—and heck, we all are!—then maybe start with supporting in-group creators through their books, podcasts, workshops, and so on while you figure out how to be a more decent human.
If anyone wants to leave a tip for my educational labor, here’s a link to my Ko-fi. Or you could buy my books online and/or leave a review. I always appreciate these things, but as I’ve got plenty of privilege, I’d also love it if you donated to a local food bank or mutual aid organization.








