I was 13 when I first received a sexualized message from a male stranger on Facebook.
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.
This Woman Took Selfies With Every Man Who Catcalled Her For A Month And Posted The Whole Damn Thing To Instagram
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.
Because catcalling – all catcalling – shows an entitlement mindset.