I was walking in a parking lot from one store to another, alone at like 9 p.m., and a car full of guys in their late teens/early 20s pulls up. A guy in the back rolls down his window, shouts, “Hey there, Cuteass,” laughs, and then the car pulls away. I felt pretty powerless and objectified, like yeah, nothing actually happened to me, but if they had decided to, what would have been able to stop a group of strong guys from hurting me or acting on those kind of comments?
I also felt guilty, racking my brain for what I could have done differently, angry for the thousands of women who are actually oppressed daily. My instance was little, but it points to something bigger than itself.
– Grace
Location: Wheaton, Illinois
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