Responding to Semen, Belatedly
July 24, 2013
Mr Eugenides guides us to another classic sentence from the Guardian. Specifically, a classic subheading:
A year after being sexually abused on a tube train I returned to dance for all women who have been assaulted.
The article in question, by Ellie Cosgrave, is titled I Danced Against Sexual Assault on the Tube to Reclaim it for Women. In it, Ms Cosgrave recounts a revolting incident:
When a man pressed his erection against me on a crowded tube carriage, it’s hard to describe exactly how I felt. As he started breathing heavily down my neck, my body clenched and I willed the next stop to come so I could untangle myself and get to work.
I can’t help feeling there’s something missing here. I think it’s where the punching should go. Along with the outrage, the protest, the alerting of other passengers and the summoning of police.
On arriving in the office I found semen streaked down the back of my legs, and my heart sank. I scuttled off to the toilets to clean myself up before my morning meeting.
Clearly, the encounter was not a happy one. Payback was in order.
Over the year that followed I became increasingly angry, until eventually it was all I could talk about… On International Women’s Day I went back to the spot where my incident happened. I held a sign explaining what had happened to me, and I danced. I danced my protest, and it felt right. It was petrifying, exhilarating, and soothing all at once, and it was absolutely fitting.
Because when some creep on the tube whips out his tackle and starts masturbating against you, the best thing to do, the most fitting thing to do, is to wait a year then gyrate like a mad person in front of random strangers, most of whom are trying very hard not to notice. Yes, make a scene. A year later. And if there’s one thing tube masturbators respond to, it’s bad performance art they’ll never get to see. By “dancing loudly,” she tells us, “I feel a unity with all the women across the world who refuse to be silent.”
Amid the various commenters rushing to let others know that they’re “ashamed to be a man,” one Guardian reader adds their support with a review of Ms Cosgrave’s incongruous display:
I loved the juxtaposition of your dance, cleansing the space and reclaiming it, with the poles of the tube. The image created of the objectification of the female form as a pole dancer and the expressiveness of performing a dance of catharsis.
It’s difficult to tell whether the comment is sincere or some laser-guided parody. But such is the Guardian and its readership.
And if there’s one thing tube masturbators respond to, it’s bad performance art they’ll never get to see.
I feel safer already.
Posted by: Anna | July 24, 2013 at 08:42
So the way to deal with tube wankers is to wait a year then suddenly burst into an impromptu mime…?
Posted by: rjmadden | July 24, 2013 at 08:53
From her article:
"In the days that followed I began to joke about it, to laugh it off as "just one of those things", another story to add to the list."
I'm just not sure that I believe the story.
Posted by: ajf | July 24, 2013 at 09:25
Come come dear lady...where's your spunk?
Posted by: jones | July 24, 2013 at 09:27
So the way to deal with tube wankers is to do nothing for a year then suddenly burst into an impromptu mime…?
In fairness, Ms Cosgrave does end her article with this: “I encourage everyone to report all abuse on public transport so that we can begin to make real substantive and sustainable change.” Indeed, such creeps will only stop when it costs them something, preferably several teeth. That too would be an act of catharsis. But protesting - pushing back, alerting passengers and police - is precisely what Ms Cosgrave didn’t do. And in terms of credible deterrents to such behaviour, random and embarrassing dance performances aren’t high on the list.
Posted by: David | July 24, 2013 at 09:41
On arriving in the office I found semen streaked down the back of my legs, and my heart sank.
Again, not really the reaction of a normal person. Where is the disgust and outrage? A sinking heart is what you'd associate with somebody hoping for insemination on such a discovery.
Posted by: Tim Newman | July 24, 2013 at 10:16
A woman likely to be shorter than the man, with elbows, performs a sudden jerky movement back and slightly down, turns and mouths a word of apology... That's the Londoner's way.
It is just as likely that the 'semen' was pigeon droppings or somebody's smoothie. Or this is a post hoc fiction to explain why she was subsequently taken into custody for committing a breach of the peace on the Tube?
Posted by: ptbarnumthe2nd | July 24, 2013 at 10:44
See, this is what I miss about having a blog... some days you go to Comment is Free and find something that demands, that cries out, to be mocked.
Most days, in fact.
Posted by: Mr Eugenides | July 24, 2013 at 12:38
I feel safer already.
Hey, maybe it works for mugging too.
One Guardian reader adds,
So he’s ashamed of all men, everywhere, because, well, they’re male, and he’s full of admiration for all womankind because… er, they’re women. Presumably, then, he’s swooning in awe at someone whose response to unsolicited frottage was to say nothing, do nothing, and thus allow the creep to go free and do it to someone else. (I’m assuming, of course, that a bizarre dance display, performed a year later in front of baffled strangers, won’t torment the conscience of our pervy thrill-seeker and make him devote his remaining years to charity work.)
[ Added: ]
Happily, the comments aren’t all bonkers. I did like this one:
Fair point, I thought.
Posted by: David | July 24, 2013 at 13:50
Sometimes I just want to travel from point A to point B without being sexually abused by a pervert, assaulted by a drunk, or made to feel awkward while someone does a crazy dance for a cause I’m unsure of.
Interpretative dance will heal us, David. ;D
Posted by: Sam | July 24, 2013 at 14:22
Mr E,
'Some days you go to Comment is Free and find something that demands, that cries out, to be mocked.'
Some days? Every day, surely, or you're not really trying.
I enjoyed this splendidly ranty one from yesterday by 'literary activist' Kadija Sesay about how trying to persuade illegal immigrants to leave the country is racist. Note that she never actually tries to explain *why* it is racist, nor, it seems, does she think the 'illegal' part of 'illegal immigrants' is in any way relevant.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2013/jul/23/anti-immigrant-ad-campaign-racism
Posted by: Tom Foster | July 24, 2013 at 14:33
I enjoyed this splendidly ranty one from yesterday by 'literary activist' Kadija Sesay . . .
Well, as literary activist she's licensed to imagine anything she pleases and substitute it for reality without subjecting her thesis to any tedious review, correction or reflection. Further, as an "activist" she's entitled to insist that her imaginations be taken seriously, or better yet, implemented as policy by some local or national governing authority.
Actually, I would guess that when such people do insist that their notions be enforced by State power, it's because the enforcement part is the closest thing to reality they can accurately describe and actually achieve.
Posted by: T.K. Tortch | July 24, 2013 at 16:28
When the hell did 'I am woman, hear me roar!' morph into 'I am woman, watch me seethe impotently for 365 days then make a public spectacle of myself and pay myself on the back for my daring bravery'..?
Posted by: JuliaM | July 24, 2013 at 16:46
But then, I suppose we shouldn't expect more of the sort of modern women who can write that "The fight with the Bank of England is just one example of how determined and lethal the new generation of feminists is..." when the great victory they are describing is getting some bird on the tenner...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2013/jul/24/jane-austen-banknote-victory-young-women
Posted by: JuliaM | July 24, 2013 at 16:49
I know I'm wrong to think that this incident will debase Thelonious Monk's observation that “Writing about jazz is like dancing about architecture". So, so wrong.
Posted by: WTP | July 24, 2013 at 16:54
and it was absolutely fitting.
No, but it looked a bit like fitting.
Posted by: Karen M | July 24, 2013 at 17:12
pushing back...is precisely what Ms Cosgrave didn’t do
Just as well, given the circumstances.
Posted by: bgates | July 24, 2013 at 17:19
No, but it looked a bit like fitting.
Setting aside Ms Cosgrave’s curious non-reaction to the event itself, what’s odd is her belief that flailing about on a tube train a year later, grabbing at her own crotch and breasts, would somehow inspire “consciousness-raising” and a swell of solidarity. Judging by the video it seems more likely that the majority of the passengers – her reluctant audience – were hoping the gyrating freak next to them would stop and go away. A sentiment I’d imagine Ms Cosgrave can empathise with.
Posted by: David | July 24, 2013 at 17:25
I bet I could do a mime about people wanking, and I'm no dancer.
Posted by: Watcher | July 24, 2013 at 17:34
On Twitter Ms Cosgrave is being hailed for her “bravery” and for the “incredible beauty” of her “powerful” - albeit somewhat random and belated - “act of resistance.” One dissenting commenter suggests the gushing about “bravery” and “pride” may be misplaced, all things considered.
Ms Cosgrave has now decided to “ignore” such comments.
Posted by: David | July 24, 2013 at 17:51
OT (sort of)
http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Journalism/2013/07/23/Racist-and-Proud-Sign-Anti-Zimmerman-Smear-Proven-False-Video-Proof
Posted by: AC1 | July 24, 2013 at 18:22
I can't help feeling there's something missing here. I think it's where the punching should go. Along with the outrage, the protest, the alerting of other passengers and the summoning of police.
Something similar but less explicit happened to me in an overcrowded South American bus. The bloke took advantage of the fact that the people standing in the aisles were pushed into the people in the seats. Nobody could move, the pack was so tight.
And so my shoulder endured his, er, "affection" for what felt like hours and hours but was probably only 15-20 minutes. What folks (especially men) don't understand is that the first reaction for a woman is not to become angry but to say to one's self, "This is NOT happening. No WAY is this happening. Tell me this is not happening," and then to hope that it will go away soon, very soon.
Being the object of such "affection" is utterly humiliating, and who wants to call attention to one's humiliation?
I realize that had he been "affectionate" with the shoulder of a man, he'd likely have been punched out, right there. Too bad I didn't have that kind of moxie at the time.
Posted by: dicentra | July 24, 2013 at 18:31
So insanity is contagious after all...
Posted by: Tranplanr | July 24, 2013 at 18:46
David (& dicentra): one major reason that women are unlikely to react to groping or frottage with physical retaliation is that nearly all women are smaller and weaker than most men. Nor can they count on the assistance of spectators.
Most people are paralyzed by attack; by the time they realize what's happening, have emotionally processed it, and decided on a reaction, it's too late to do anything.
This is especially true if the person is physically weak, or the attack is particularly embarrassing.
Which is not to say that a modern dance performance in a subway car is an even slightly appropriate response, either.
Posted by: Rich Rostrom | July 24, 2013 at 20:11
dicentra & Rich,
Being the object of such “affection” is utterly humiliating, and who wants to call attention to one’s humiliation?
I can imagine it might be mortifying, yes. Speaking hypothetically, I think I’d have an urge to inflict a little reciprocal humiliation. Maybe it is a guy thing - statistically, to some extent - though I know a number of women who almost certainly wouldn’t be as passive as Ms Cosgrave. Not for a moment. For some people, in some scenarios, being inert might seem the least awful choice. But Cosgrave doesn’t describe her lone groper as physically daunting; nor does she mention being worried that no other commuters would help once alerted. (In a more detailed account on her own blog, she says, “I honestly don’t know why I didn’t force myself away. I mean, it was crowded, but if I’d shouted loudly enough ‘would you kindly take your erect dick out of my arse’ I’m sure someone would have moved out of the way for me.”) Her passivity therefore seems unnecessary and, to me, a little odd.
And I suppose that’s the thing. Our dancing Guardianista is being championed as - and seems to imagine herself as - daring and brave for doing something useless and irrelevant long after the fact, having done nothing at all when it mattered. And when it might have made a difference for any other women the perpetrator may target. By “dancing loudly,” she tells us, “I feel a unity with all the women across the world who refuse to be silent.” But when making a scene counted, silent is exactly what she was. On Twitter, one of Ms Cosgrave’s supporters says, “This happened to me also, he is now in prison!” But again, if you want tube molesters caught and imprisoned, you generally have to report their behaviour – in between punches - in order to get them there. You have to do something, something useful. And that doesn’t include waiting a year then pratting about convulsively and congratulating yourself.
[ Edited for clarity. ]
Posted by: David | July 24, 2013 at 20:20
I think Ellie Cosgrave gives us a thought-provoking and brave template for how cope with life's little vicissitudes. No longer will I mutter darkly to myself as some daft bint waits until her purchases have been rung up to go looking for her purse. I will not seethe at the inconsiderate owners who think nothing of letting their incontinent pets make my walk to work like playing hopscotch in a minefield. No, I will assuage my anguish through the medium of interpretive dance.
The Guardian, and especially CiF, are wonderful hothouse flowers. Their existence, and the existence of the crazy menagerie that writes for them, is predicated precisely on the capitalist economy they all claim to want destroyed being so good at producing surplus value as to not even notice how utterly useless the average CiFfer is. Woe betide the unnütze Esser if that ever changes.
Posted by: David Gillies | July 25, 2013 at 03:04
Which is not to say that a modern dance performance in a subway car is an even slightly appropriate response, either.
If I were ever able to track down the perv, forcing him to watch me dance like Elaine Benis (because I can do no other), would be sufficient punishment in anyone's book.
Posted by: dicentra | July 25, 2013 at 03:43
I know a number of women who almost certainly wouldn't be as passive as Ms Cosgrave. Not for a moment.
They've probably endured at least one incident and have no desire to endure another.
It happened to me only once. I was new in the country and didn't have the nerve (or the vocabulary) to challenge the strange foreign customs.
Had it happened again when I'd been in the country longer, I'd probably have had a more forceful response.
Posted by: dicentra | July 25, 2013 at 03:49
I don't understand why she did not take a firm grip on the offending organ and turn it through an angle of 720° about (I assume) a vertical axis.
Posted by: Gordon Walker | July 25, 2013 at 12:06
By “dancing loudly,” she tells us, “I feel a unity with all the women across the world who refuse to be silent.”
No one does asshat like the Guardian.
Posted by: Mags | July 25, 2013 at 12:39
No one does asshat like the Guardian.
A rich, deep seam of asshat ore runs directly beneath Kings Place. They must have a processing lab in the basement, converting the ore into its smokable form.
Posted by: David | July 25, 2013 at 13:03
It's all so... I don't know how to properly put this into words, but it's so solipsistic. An assault is a terrible thing, even one as relatively harmless as this one, but her response is so "me, me, me". How do I "get closure" on this? How do I "process" this experience? Not by trying to have the guy apprehended - which would have actually, rather than symbolically, have helped other women; not by confronting him, which would have been ideal but which I can see might have been uncomfortable or impractical. Not even by just trying to forget it and move on, in the British way.
No, instead her reaction is to turn herself into the ongoing centre of attention, achieving her own catharsis after an uncomfortable event by projecting discomfort onto others... it's just so fucking self-indulgently wanky. It's so... Guardian.
Posted by: Mr_Eugenides | July 25, 2013 at 15:21
It's a case of 'when the exhibitionist met the exhibitionist'. It was never going to end well.
This has happened to me too, by the way, but in a pub not a tube train. It seems to be a more common experience for blokes than you would think. It is a lot more unsettling than you imagine, especially after the event. She has my sympathy for it.
Posted by: Torquil Macneil | July 25, 2013 at 15:40
It’s a case of ‘when the exhibitionist met the exhibitionist’. It was never going to end well.
Tsk. Such cynicism. She’s not just clutching at her breasts and crotch for herself, you understand. She’s doing it “for millions of women across the world.”
Posted by: David | July 25, 2013 at 16:04
And in other news from the arts, we have this.
You're welcome.
Posted by: R. Sherman | July 25, 2013 at 16:09
And in other news from the arts, we have this.
I was sent this nugget by a couple of other readers. Aside from the usual “transgressions” of fellatio and condiment enemas – again, really? – what caught my eye was this: “The pair said they classify their work as performance art, not theatre, and it is designed to challenge the audience.” It’s odd how the word “challenge,” when used by incompetent hustlers pretending to be artists, has come to mean something like “shitting mayonnaise into a bucket.” Or just “shitting into a bucket.”
It doesn’t ever seem to mean “making people marvel at something beautiful, something they, the public, couldn’t hope to create, even at gunpoint.” Too challenging, I guess.
Posted by: David | July 25, 2013 at 19:01
"...fellatio and condiment enemas..."
*spits Scotch over monitor*
Posted by: JuliaM | July 25, 2013 at 20:09
So if I stood up before a room of people expecting an art exhibition, in front of a large white-board, and challenged the audience to understand Fourier series transforms or to normalize a simple database, would that be a form of art? Would I possibly be considered as a candidate for a Turner Prize?
Posted by: WTP | July 25, 2013 at 20:15
I think Julia’s fainted. Fetch more Scotch.
Posted by: David | July 25, 2013 at 20:15
WTP, that would be merely intellectually challenging. Art is supposed to be emotionally challenging.
Now, say you have your white board, but instead of explaining Fourier series transforms while standing there, you do it while rubbing your penis against an audience member's shoulder....
Posted by: bgates | July 25, 2013 at 20:53
If only there were some kind of...tool, or device, that people could carry on their persons to help equalize them when facing larger, more aggressive individuals. Something hand-held. Perhaps with a button, or lever, which, when depressed, would either deploy or rapidly expel a sub-component that could be used to...encourage...the aggressor to seek his, or her, entertainment elsewhere.
Alas, such technology must remain in the realm of make-believe I suppose.
Posted by: Jason | July 25, 2013 at 22:06
I don't understand why she did not take a firm grip on the offending organ and turn it through an angle of 720° about (I assume) a vertical axis.
Because EWWW?
It would be much funnier to stand back and exclaim "Is that all you've got?" such that all and sundry turn to look, but that requires much more presence of mind than most folks have when their workaday commute is interrupted by an intimate interlude.
Posted by: dicentra | July 25, 2013 at 22:36
Art is supposed to be emotionally challenging.
Culturally challenging, actually.
It neatly separates the hip from the square, the vapid from the substantial, the worthy from the chaff.
What more can you ask?
Posted by: dicentra | July 25, 2013 at 22:40
It neatly separates the hip from the square, the vapid from the substantial, the worthy from the chaff
and the mayonnaise from the rectum.
"Neatly" may not be strictly accurate there.
Posted by: bgates | July 26, 2013 at 01:14
Ahh, so culturally challenging, actually. Seems to me there's a huge cultural difference between most of those in the lib arts arena vs those in the STEM fields. Present lib arts company excepted, of course. My suggestion might still have legs then?
Posted by: WTP | July 26, 2013 at 03:04
Culturally challenging, actually.
A footnote on this “challenging” bollocks.
And don’t forget how pissy these “challenging” artists can get if you dare to challenge them.
Posted by: David | July 26, 2013 at 10:28
There is a certain breed of man (used in the loosest possible sense of the word) who is so emasculated that he feels the need to immediately despise himself for the alleged actions of another completely unknown to him.
I find them inexplicable and contemptible. I suspect 99% of them live within five miles of central London.
Posted by: Rob | July 26, 2013 at 14:21
Rob | July 26, 2013 at 14:21:
There is a certain breed of man ... who is so emasculated that he... despise[s] himself for the alleged actions of another completely unknown to him... I suspect 99% of them live within five miles of central London.
How absurdly chauvinistic to claim a British monopoly.
There are swarms of these invertebrates infesting American universities, and also Canada and Australia.
But I doubt if there are any of them in Tower Hamlets, Newham, or Brixton.
IYKWIM.
Posted by: Rich Rostrom | July 26, 2013 at 15:55
And don’t forget how pissy these “challenging” artists can get if you dare to challenge them.
That was hilarious. It's amazing how little self-awareness some people have.
Posted by: Roz | July 26, 2013 at 16:39
It’s amazing how little self-awareness some people have.
That’s the nature of narcissism, isn’t it? I think Franklin deserves a lot of the credit for making that example apparent. As does the complaining artist, though for quite different reasons.
Posted by: David | July 26, 2013 at 20:00
On a different note, why did she only dance for Women??? Men are assaulted far more frequently than women with far more violence.
I'm calling sexism. Teh Grauniad should take down this sexist article.
Posted by: AC1 | July 27, 2013 at 13:03
Men are assaulted far more frequently than women with far more violence.
You moron: that's a statistic—possibly even an accurate one.
It has no place in a conversation about an issue as angsty as this.
Shame on you.
Posted by: dicentra | July 28, 2013 at 03:42
The wankers ought to be careful. If the victim is startled, an elbow-to-facial-structure type accident might occur.
Posted by: mojo | July 28, 2013 at 06:51