Naast zijn gebruikelijke andere opmerkingen over de inferioriteit van vrouwelijke studenten, zei de professor aan de aula 1e jaars rechtenstudenten: ‘Al die blonde miekes, die zie je hier volgend jaar niet meer terug’. Geen woord over (al dan niet blonde) mannelijke medestudenten.
Story signed by : afgestudeerde rechtenstudent
The story happened to me as a Bachelor student in the year 2010 at an academic institution in Flanders
In the second year of my Bachelor in Civil Engineering and Architecture, we had lectures about women and their role in architecture during an architecture theory course. In fact, they were very interesting and realistically presented by a female professor, just with facts, nothing more. But when a male professor continued the lectures later on, he made sarcastic and offensive remarks towards this female professor about being rediculous and extremely feminist, followed by laughter of (nearly) all the male students.
From this moment on, it was clear that the idea of “women in architecture” was not taken seriously and this became even more obvious later that year.
During a collaborative design, I worked with a male student-collegue, who didn’t trust my skills at all. Whenever certain decisions needed to be made, he would deride my opinion and my ideas and made comments like “you can draw if you want to” or during deadlines “why don’t you cook for me” or “just go shopping”.
Story signed by : Julia
The story happened to me as a Bachelor student in the year 2011 at an academic institution in Flanders
There aren’t too many girls in Industrial Engineering. But as it turned out in one class, they preferred men anyway. We were split up into groups of around 25 to get a hands-on notion of the common techniques like a lathe. During our first class – we were 20 odd boys and 4 girls – the assistant had to split us up per two. He had the ungrateful job of informing us that the rules of the lab were “that no girl was allowed to work the machines by herself”, and thus had to be paired up with a boy – the rest could pick their own partners. We could do the numbercrunching, but the actual settings on the machine had to be done by the boy and only by him – NO TOUCHING! I did get up and challenged him, wether he seriously meant to tell us we girls weren’t capable of handling machines. But it wasn’t his fault and all he could do was shrug and look apologetic.
So off we went, I did the numbers and passed them on to my partner. Since this meant I was without work most of the time, I never noticed my male partner had set up the machine wrong, with the blunt side of the chisel on the metal… So he turned it on, the chisel exploded because of the friction, pieces of metal flying around (nobody got hurt thank god) but that made the professor rush towards the emergency stop, frantically looking about, yelling “Ofcourse it’s a girl!”, and when all had gone quiet again, he insisted on calling us together to prove his theory that women weren’t allowed near dangerous machinery. No matter how I protested, again I had to suffer his sexist attitude.
A month later we had done some welding. And lo and behold, girls were this time allowed to work on their own. I remember when we had to present our welded piece to be graded, he was elated when he picked up my piece, the perfect weld… Until he called forward whoever was the creator of such perfection. When he realised it had sprouted from female hands, he waved me back, and retreated into his office without another word.
And to add insult to injury, end of the year I discovered that my male partner had received double my grade…
Story signed by: Aviendha
The story happened to me as a Bachelor student in the year 2005-2009 at an academic institution in Flanders