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...SYBIL is a typical Radcliffe street walker. She has typically long dark hair and lugs her books in a typically purple canvas satchel. She looks a lot like your roommate, or maybe, more like your girlfriend. Sometimes she rides a bicycle to class, but the morning under surveillance she has decided to walk...
...quad, she stops at a street corner to wait for the light. A car pulls up to the curb and a guy leans out and sneers, "Howdja like to do some modeling?" His face has the horribly lascivious look of Loerke, the demonic artist in Women In Love. Sybil ignores him. "It pays $15 or $20 an hour." She continues to ignore him. He drives away, on the prowl for a better broad...
...Radcliffe girls may be privileged enough to experience all Sybil's electrifying confrontations in one fun-filled morning. All Radcliffe girls can check off at least a few and elaborate on them. But what is absolutely vital to every legitimately sexist street confrontation, is that the woman must never feel as though she is being singled out for her individuality, her good spirits, or her charm. A street confrontation is never personal; it is always, in Buber's terms, an I-It relationship, never I-Thou. The woman must always be made to feel like an object under appraisal. Slim...
Street confrontations like Sybil's can drive the most mild-mannered, apolitical young Radcliffe thing to Bread and Roses. They can (and did) mobilize a group of New York City liberationists to stand on street corners and whistle at construction workers, complimenting them on their biceps and hardhats. And street confrontations can anger women like N. O. W.'s Ti-Grace Atkinson to remark that the only honest woman is a whore: at least she gets paid for walking the streets...
...FLEETING, final confrontation. It is the end of a heavy autumn day, probably a Thursday, Sybil is walking back from the Coop, carrying all the books for two new courses, a lamp-shade and a box of ginger snaps. Coming towards her, she recognizes Stanley, an old boyfriend whom she has not seen since the summer. She looks up at him, and he stares at her, stares right through her as if they have never met. They have known each other for years, have exchanged birthday presents, have probably slept together. He looks right through her and doesn't speak...