"From then on, the difference became clear. It's the male band members who don't take you seriously, and when you get upset with how you're treated, ask you if you're menstruating. It's the promoters and planners who screw you, then call you a diva when you assert yourself. It's the kids who don't talk to you after your set, but talk to your male bandmates because they assume you're only there for show. It's the people who think you're sleeping with the guitarist, the people who assume you're queer, or the journalists who mention your weight in reviews. It's every single time a producer has told me I can't play guitar on my own record because "sweetie, you're not a studio musician" or "sing it again, but naked."
Most importantly, it's the baggage I have to carry that my male bandmates don't. I have to worry about walking to the car alone to grab my guitar; I have to worry about where we are staying and if the strangers who own the floor I'm sleeping on will assault me in the middle of the night, even though it's unlikely. I can't tell you how many nights I've clung to the side of my male bandmates when we're sleeping, just to feel safe. I can't drink too much or take a drink from a stranger at an after-party wherever we are staying, because I can't be out of control."
Read the entire essay here. The first part of this series, which was written by Lauren Denitzio (The Measure [SA]), elicited quite the response from the Punknews community. Give us your thoughts on Mariel's take in the comments.