Lost my urge to grope women on the subway when I was 17 after some tall blonde 35ish year old lady found it necessary to slam her knee into my junk. That one hurt like a MF. Now, whenever I get the urge to grope, the memory of that knee rings “stop” like a siren ringing in my brain.
Years have passed and now I have a wife, two daughters, a son and two nieces. I tell them this story and why I deserved it. I say, “Don’t be afraid to give the bastard pain because that’s the only way he’ll ever learn to respect you!”
I still respect the tall blond mature woman who kneed me in the junk when I was 17 years old. For the sake of my wife and daughters, I’m glad she stopped me……..
Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?
Since city budgets are in the red, the cops won’t be able to help you. If a guy follows you, or gets in your face, then you’ll have to give him pain. Or else he might give you some pain. Only when enough strong women fight back will this problem ever end.
– Anonymous
Location: NYC
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