Street Harassment is killing me
I kind of even got bored of writing and worrying about it.
The other day I was with my best friend riding her car and we were parking it, when all of a sudden another car stood right next to ours, and it had 2 guys inside. One of them opened his window and started telling my friend the harassing statements that we all hate to hear. I gave him a look, which was supposed to make him feel like he’s a nobody and that he is doing something inacceptable. But was that enough? I was full of rage I wanted to insult him or pop up with all the bad words I’ve learned in my life.

It was a one minute incident, but usually a cause of some anger mixed with feelings of weakness. I hate being a woman and being liable to such mess every single day. Why do they enjoy making us feel like sluts? Why cant they just keep quite and admire us silently? I believe that their pleasure comes from causing us such anger.