After being cat called on Lark Street -- again -- Colleen writes:
I had had it. I was tired of being catcalled on the street because I happened to be guilty of being a Woman While Walking. In sweats, in jeans, in a slouchy dress in 90+ degree heat, they sidle up to you, just too close for comfort and insinuate themselves into your errand. I was tired of having to keep my eyes locked forward in my own neighborhood. I was tired of fixing my face into a haughty mask any time I walked without Mike by my side. I was sick of it.
And he happened to be there. And I happened to be ready to ovary up and be a woman.
You can read what happened next.
The experience prompted Colleen to ask us via Twitter:
I'm done w/ just ignoring catcallers around Lark. How do other ladies handle the #harassment?
This is an ongoing problem. And if you're a guy, you might not realize how big a problem it is -- ask some of your lady friends, you might be surprised how often it happens.
So. What's the best way to handle these situations? Experiences, suggestions or encouragement to share with Colleen and other women? Please share.
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