We cling to a stereotype of female sexuality as passive, relational, and gentle. The idea of a woman deriving power from non-consensual touch—especially in a public, predatory manner—conflicts so deeply with our social programming that witnesses literally do not see it. In a 2019 sociological experiment, actors recreated the same act of unwanted groping on a crowded subway car. When the perpetrator was male, 78% of nearby passengers noticed and expressed discomfort. When the perpetrator was female, only 12% noticed. Those who did often smiled or turned away.
The noise, heat, and visual restrictions inside a packed car make it difficult for bystanders to notice subtle boundaries being crossed.
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– Loudly say: "You are touching me inappropriately. Stop immediately." Use a firm, unwavering voice. Do not whisper; attract attention. Even if bystanders are biased, the shock of hearing those words often makes the molester retreat.
While much of the conversation around "she the molester" focuses on female-perpetrated acts against males, we cannot ignore female-on-female harassment. In lesbian, bisexual, and queer communities, unwanted touching on crowded trains is a known but rarely discussed issue. A woman may feel another woman’s hand creeping up her skirt or fingers tracing her waistband. Because both parties are female, witnesses may interpret the contact as friendly or accidental—or even assume it’s a consensual couple. We cling to a stereotype of female sexuality
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