I’m writing this on the R train as it rattles slowly along toward Brooklyn. I’m headed to pick up my 6-month-old daughter. I’m writing because I’m still reeling from what occurred on the Times Square subway platform a few moments ago. I was walking to the end of the station as I always do. I saw a…
I used to live in a neighborhood where I was harassed on an almost daily basis. We’re talking “You’re just the right size” to “Will you marry me?” to “Barbie” to creeps following me to my apartment building (thankfully where my landlord was sitting on the stoop). Once a group of guys surrounded and harassed me for two whole blocks WHILE I talked on the phone with my dad. These are just a few of the instances I can remember.
I had numerous meltdowns upon entering my apt door, couldn’t sleep alone at night and it made me more generally anxious than I realized until I moved away.
Women should not have to feel this shaking-with-anger, violated, threatened feeling. It’s disgusting.