Men in Asheville, North Carolina, are upsetting. I hate men who leer and stare and smile at me, even while I fire back looks of disgust or stare them right back down. I want to carry around a carton of eggs with me so I can fire them at nasty perverts who won’t stop making me uncomfortable with their stares- either from the safety of their cars or their posses.
Men in Buenos Aires are just as bad. They don’t hide their stares, but at least most men down there are more chivalrous and hold the door open for all women and let her onto the bus first.
– H.A.D.
