I had just left my boyfriend at around 8 p.m. and I was walking home. Just as I turned off the main street, a big posh looking car drove past, then the brakes went on suddenly and it pulled over near me. The window went down as I walked past and a middle-aged man asked me to get into his car and was asking me how much. Out of anger and humiliation I simply stuck my middle finger up and ran off.
The most upsetting part was afterwards, my first reaction was to call my boyfriend and ask him if I dressed slutty this evening. I was wearing thick black leggings and long baggy t-shirt. But even if I was dressed differently I shouldn’t have been ashamed. More so – I shouldn’t have been MADE to feel shame for walking down a street at 8 p.m. in the evening. It makes me sick to think that he is probably still looking for some poor woman to do as he says.
Do you have any suggestions for dealing with harassers and/or ending street harassment in general?
– Anonymous
Location: London – near Westbourne Park
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