Went running. Guys in the park swore at me, and threw things. I’ve got 2 bruises. SO GLAD MY PERSONAL SAFETY IN A PUBLIC SPACE IS OPTIONAL.— Frances Taylor (@penny_face)August 24, 2014
I’ve mentioned before how I get catcalled when I’m out running, it’s nothing new really. But it hadn’t gotten physical before, and it shook me up.
It makes me really angry, and I’m not sure how to deal with it. I try not to react so as not to escalate it, but then I feel like they’re ‘getting away with it’ which I’m not keen on either. i want to be like “hey, that’s not OK!” but the guys who would respond reasonably to that statement wouldn’t throw rocks at a girl in a park to begin with.
Of course I’d rather have stuff thrown at me than be sexually assaulted, but what a decision to have to consider.
I saw a (female) PCSO later on and said what happened but I still feel impotent, though lucky that I can go to a PCSO and be believed.
The world feels like such a mess, I’m not even sure where to begin. I guess I’ll start by lacing up my trainers again tomorrow, and raising some money for Crisis.
I wound up at St Martin in the Fields for the Baroque extravaganza after failing to get affordable tickets to the Proms. My ma was visiting and wanted to see some live music, she studied classical when she was at college, and they had tickets for £9 if you didn’t mind not being able to see the musicians very well.
I like the Horniman Museum a lot. I like the bad taxidermy, the better taxidermy, the collections of musical instruments, and the gardens. I’d never seen an irl peanut plant before. I don’t know what I expected, but I was surprised.
As with the Grant Museum and the Wellcome Collection, I like that there’s so much stuff, even if I have to gloss over concerns over how the original Misters Horniman, Grant and Wellcome came to amass such a wealth of it.
My favourite thing is the same as everyone else’s favourite thing: the massive walrus.
Please no one tell me how awful it would be to harpooned to death?
The Great Animal Orchestra was on, here is Sumatra at Dawn:
It was really relaxing to sit on the floor in the dark, watching and listening. I stayed for Costa Rica at Dawn too, which was much quieter than Sumatra.
If I’d shut my eyes, I think I would have fallen asleep, in a good way.
In the Balcony Gallery, there was a photography exhibition by Bryan Alexander, cheesily named Whisper of the Stars. It documented the traditional practices of people living in Arctic Siberia.
The photographs were beautiful, very striking in a xenophiliac kind of way.
There was a “nature walk” too, which was pretty devoid of nature and made me laugh.
I’m just being spoilt.
Obligatory view of the City!