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Gender And Gender Identity

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As soon as I begin my journey home from classes, I am already prepared. In one hand, my phone is ready with the contacts list already scrolled down to my boyfriend’s name, in the other, keys that hold my pepper spray. I am not preparing myself for anything specific. In fact, I am not usually worried about anything specific at all, but I have heard all the stories about (attempted) abductions, rapes, and murders from the Charlottesville Community Alerts that emphasize our “right to know”. My anxiety increases with every new alert. I do not want to be the star in the next tragic story. This is irrational, but the fear is real. When you are walking alone and a man is approaching you, is your first reaction fear? If you are a boy, I presume that you do not even notice there is another male within your vicinity. If you are a girl, I understand your sentiment. Every night it is a race against the clock as I hurriedly meander my way through the University of Virginia (UVa) Grounds to get to the corner where my apartment is located. Appropriately, in this paper I describe a daily occurrence of how I cope with my gendered privilege, or lack thereof, and how it intersects with class. As such, I will draw on the works by Butler on gender identity and its male and feminine attributes, Jackson Jr. on conveying class privilege, and lastly a blog by James St. James to further enhance the experience of being a female on and around a university by contrasting it to a male’s perspective on

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