Thanks, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t ask what you thought of me or my outfit.
I’m fucking sick of the mere fact that I’m a woman apparently giving any man the right to pass comment on, touch, or otherwise violate my body, and I’m even more sick of the fact that everyone seems to think it’s normal and that I have to accept it.
No. I could be waltzing down the pavement in fishnets and a thong and it would still be nothing to do with you.
I think I hate drive-by sexism even more than being felt up in clubs. At least then I can turn around and tell you exactly why your patriarchal, disgusting and illegal behaviour makes me want to punch you in the face, as I did with the twat outside Hifi last night. Yelling out of car windows like the cowardly potential rapist you arejust leaves me feeling dirty and enraged with no outlet for it.
