“When they throw you or someone else under the bus to try and get laid.”
As a survivor of sexual assault and thus a person who already feels unsafe in their body, especially in public places, street harassment is triggering to me. A reminder that my body is not my own in rape culture, that other people believe themselves entitled to my body and my time.
It’s even creepier when you see what they actually said to her.
“The first one I really remember being scared of was my mom’s boyfriend.”
“Male privilege; if anything, women are the privileged ones.”
This just in: it is 2017 and for some reason, people still can’t seem to wrap their heads around the fact that catcalling is indeed harassment.
“Cat calling” is not “just a compliment.” “Locker room talk” is not “just a thing boys do.” I like my Urban dress. I like the way it fits, the way that it goes perfectly with nearly every pair of shoes I own. I don’t wear it for you. I wear it for me.
“Don’t touch me. I don’t know you. No, not even the whole ‘pat on the shoulder’ thing. Also; no I will NOT hug you, random dude. I don’t want to touch you.”
Because catcalling – all catcalling – shows an entitlement mindset.
“As I shopped, he walked past me and mumbled something. When I didn’t respond, he did it again. I figured he was selling drugs. I left with my porn. He followed me to my car.”