Dear Men,
Our bodies don’t belong to you. Don’t ever, ever place your hands on us without our permission.
Our facial expressions don’t belong to you. Don’t tell us to smile.
Our emotions don’t belong to you. Don’t tell us to calm down when we’re pissed off. We have a lot to be angry about. See above.
Let us do our jobs. Let us do our work as actresses and journalists and waitresses and flight attendants and nurses and doctors and bartenders where in many cases you are our co-workers and our customers.
Do not for a moment think that because we are being paid to serve you that you have the right to touch us or speak to us in inappropriate ways. Do not for a moment think that because we are being paid to serve you as part of our jobs that this means we are sexually interested in you. If we are, we’ll let you know. But that’s almost never.
We’re being polite and attentive because we’re paid to, not because we find you sexually attractive.
If we are the victim of sexual assault or indecent assault or sexual harassment, let us and only us be the ones to decide how we deal with it. Do not use our shitty experiences to sell your newspapers or score political points against your professional rivals.