Before I moved almost seven years ago, my family in Tennessee cautioned me about the dangers of the big city.
Scream. Flail. Go for the eyes, for the balls, for the throat. If you won’t, I will, and one day I will probably get hurt doing it.
creep shaming
Apparently, the only socially-acceptable response to a stranger touching you is saying “It could have been worse,” and moving on. But I can’t.