Even on St. Patrick's Day, no means no.

This might be a little radical for some people’s likings, but I’m going to post it anyways, because it’s truly how I feel.

March is women’s history month, but it’s also the month of St. Patrick’s Day.  Going all the way back to grade school, I remember the tradition of wearing green on this day.  At some point, someone decided that if someone wasn’t wearing green, that meant you could pinch them.  This went on through high school and to this day, the tradition infuriates me to no end.  Every year, I tried to explain to some immature jerk (almost always a guy) that just because I wasn’t wearing green, didn’t mean that you could pinch me.  They would tell me that I was wrong.

The conversation would go something like this:

Where is your green?

–Oh, I forgot it.

I’m going to pinch you!

–Um, please don’t.

You’re not wearing green.  That means I can pinch you.

–No, it doesn’t.

Yes it does.  Today is St. Patrick’s day and you’re not wearing green!

–Please, don’t pinch me.

But you’re not wearing green.

–I know, but that doesn’t mean you can pinch me.

Yes, it does.

–Actually, no it doesn’t.  It isn’t you right to pinch me.  Isn’t your right to ever touch my body when I don’t want you to.

Inevitably, I’d get pinched.  And I’d be pissed off.

The non-painful pinch didn’t upset me.  As a smart and inquisitive girl*, I was sort of the opposite of popular.  Kids (mostly boys) picked on me, and it sucked [the girls weren’t necessarily nice, but they didn’t bully me in the same way].  No single incident stands out in my mind (okay, well a few do*), but it wasn’t like what you see in those anti-bullying videos where a kid gets pushed into a locker or shoved into a shower wearing clothes and their backpack or whatever.  Still, these same kids were the ones who so desperately wanted to pinch me.  It was just another one of their antics—really, just another way in which they could humiliate/degrade me.

Even so, that wasn’t the most upsetting part of being pinched.  The way that these other students truly believed (or at least professed to) that it was their right to pinch me, and did so after I asked them not to, really freaking pissed me off.

As I started reading more and more about rape culture (I recommend the “Yes Means Yes Blog”), I couldn’t help but see these St. Patrick’s day incidents in a whole new framework.  Rape culture is the idea that we live in a society which allows for rape to take place, despite the little bit of lip service given to the idea that “no means no.”  Victim blaming questions and ideas (“how much did she drink? What was she wearing?  Was she flirting with him?”)  are part of this culture.  See wikipedia’s page for the most concise explanation or here, here, and here for some more robust explanations.

I know, you’re wondering why I wasn’t just wearing green on St. Patrick’s day.  I can hear you saying now, “Who doesn’t wear green on St. Patrick’s day!?  It’s fun!  And who, especially if they don’t want to be pinched,  doesn’t just wear green?!”  Well, sometimes I’d forget.  Another time, I wore a Flogging Molly shirt as my St. Patty’s Day pride [they’re an Irish band…and actually played at LDOC last year].  As you may have guessed, the shirt isn’t green.  Whatever the reason, it happened several times.

Even asking those questions, though, blames me for these other students’ actions.  Yes, it is my fault that I wasn’t wearing green.  But no, it is not my fault that these students pinched me.  They are responsible for their actions.  And as a society, we are responsible for the toxic rape culture in which we live.  Really, we should realize that regardless of what I’m wearing (or not), my body is mine.  Nobody has a right to touch it, whether that is to pinch me, to give me a hug, or to have sex with me, unless I tell that person that I’m okay with that action (at that time and in that location).

If I’m wearing a mini skirt on December 31st and I’m out with friends to celebrate the new year, my body is still mine, and you may not grope me or dance with me or have sex with me unless I consent to that.  We call those sexual assault and rape.  If I’m not wearing green on March 17th, my body is still mine, and you may not touch it unless I consent to that.  It’s really not so different.

No, being pinched is not rape.   However, the underlying ideas which make each socially acceptable are the same.  I know you might be thinking…rape isn’t sociall acceptable.  What is this girl talking about?  But when we really examine our culture, we find that there are social permissionss that continue to exist which allow for rapists to rape with few consequences.  Furthermore, the St. Patrick’s Day tradition only feeds our rape culture.  It teaches people, from a very young age, that it is okay to deny someone bodily autonomy/act violently towards another person based on what that person is wearing—that under certain circumstances, another person’s body belongs to you, and not to them.

*I’m still guilty of asking lots of questions in class.

**In 8th grade science class, some kids used a glue stick and rubbed it all over my desk chair while I was talking to the teacher up at her desk, or something.  I sat in it, in a new pair of shorts, while everyone else laughed.

***As a 7th grader, the two 8th grade boys who I had to sit next to because the three of us made up the saxophone section sexually harassed me nearly every day.