One woman was harassed right after having her dog put down after his battle with cancer.
I shouldn’t have to be verbally defined by a stranger as “sexy” or “having a fat ass.”

Feb 18, 2014 at 9:00am | 538 comments

He says, “Don’t make me hit you.” He may be ’roided out, judging from his Jose Canseco-like biceps. “Go ahead,” I hiss. “Show everyone on this street what a gentleman you are.”
Please, like hairy legs would really keep you safe from street harassment.
It seems like every woman I know has developed a strategy for dealing with that slimy feeling of a deserted train car or an empty, dark street.
I grew up learning that the only way to deal with bullies is to ignore them, the sort of I'm-rubber-you're-glue rhetoric that conflict-avoiders love. To acknowledge a fear of catcalling strangers, even among friends, feels a bit like letting the bullies win.
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Fortunately, as each year goes by, I have begun to age a little and become better about not being polite to strange men who assume they can pay to blow me.