Cartoon: Street Harassment | Alas, a blog
via Holly Kearl
It’s really hard not to let it get to you, sometimes.
THIS. It happens to me EVERY TIME I walk to the bus or go to the grocery store and it’s not okay.
This happens to me all the time. Men: Do NOT talk to strangers like this! It’s an invasion of space and makes us VERY uncomfortable. It is not flattering. It is frightening.
Most recently, I was walking to my car with my hands full of bags. A guy getting out of his car in an alley was like, “Excuse me, what’s you name?” I said, “I’m sorry, I’m not telling you that.” He got angry and said “I just wanted to get to know you!”
My fucking life.
I never take it as a compliment, it’s more like a threat really. It seems to only come from the most stereotypically frightening people. Like white dirt bags in track suits, man. THE WORST.
This. It creeps me out to no end when I get this sort of thing from strangers. It’s never a compliment. It’s never flattering. It’s unnerving and sometimes terrifying.
This doesn’t happen to me because I’m not pretty. Damn, pretty girls have the hardest problems.
I’m not pretty either, but by some odd force of nature creepy guys tend to flock to me and even after I tell them my age they act like its okay.
I just go into danger mode and start lying and trying to slip away.
