Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move
Gotta try it
I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.
Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.
Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”
I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.
Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.
Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.
I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.
I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.
Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.
WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA
It’s called the Murder Strut.
IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!
A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS!
#make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17
I do this now. Stand my ground. Men look flabberghasted that i wont move out of the way. The most annoying thing is when i’m walking along holding Superpups hand (he’s 2.5 years old), and people walk right up to us and expect to go between us… so for me to let go of my toddlers hand for the sake of them. One person i actually had to put my free hand out and onto their chest to block the person to stop before they ploughed into us.
Also, I find that generally speaking, when dressed as a woman, it isn’t just “murder” you must think. It is “I am the divine incarnation of wrath and I will aim this heel at your testicles if you seek to undermine me. Bow, kneel, or move the fuck out of the way, but do not test me, boy.”
Walk like an Empress who never had a male parliament. Own your space and expect as much compromise from them as they’ve tried to squeeze from you.
It isn’t about being mean, it’s about exposing a behavior.
Ok, so one time, I was walking down the street. I got to the crosswalk. I waited for the hand. Me with my blindness cane. It goes beep beep. I step out.
Some mother fucker who is stopped at the line, has the fucking nerve to honk at me, and then rev his engine, like he’s going to run over me and hit my legs…
He pushes forward right in front of me, like he’s going to use his car to cause the blind girl to fall.
SO …
In my knee high black boots with the two inch platforms, my long black dress, and my black hair and sunglasses…
I walked over the fucking hood of his car, and took out a windshield wiper with my cane.
He jumps out of the fucking car, screaming “bitch” at me. And I just smiled and kept walking.
You’re god damn right I’m a bitch, you fucking ableist, bullying turd. Eat shit.
And that is how I began my policy of walking the streets looking like I am a badass on a mission. Then one day, one of my female coworkers who came from China goes “OH MY GOD…what happened to you?”
And I was like, huh?
And she goes “You came in and looked like you were going to kill everyone.”
And I just laughed and said it was my “walking bitch face”
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