Some inadequate in a hoodie wolf whistled at me on the street. I tried to steer away from him but I still heard it.
I didn’t help my case — when I was about 50 feet away from him, I yelled that he was never going to get a girl like that. Never!
Now I fear that I’m going to run into that piece of dirt again and that he’ll prove to me that he’ll forcefully get a girl like that.
I felt like nothing. The dirtbag didn’t know me. He didn’t know how smart or how strong or how opinionated I was. Yet he still looked at me as an object to be had. I felt like I wasn’t a human being, just an object.
Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?
Make sure boys aren’t raised to be surly predators.
– Tamsin Parker
Location: Winton
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