The first time it happened I was running on a busy street and three men in a white van beeped their horn and yelled something about my 'tight ass' as I crossed their path. I felt the heat rising to my face and a stab of anger in the pit of my stomach, but I thought 'whatever, they're just sad old men who don't know how to talk to women', I flipped them the bird and upped my pace.
As women we've all experienced catcalling and street harassment. Sometimes its mild and sometimes its extremely vulgar. When its bad and I'm in a particularly bad mood I wish I could pull a sawed-off shotgun out from under my floral dress, point it at the lowlife and say, "not so pretty now am I!" but in reality I can't do this.
he Everyday Sexism Project isn't archiving examples of men saying hello to random women. They are collecting and sharing women's stories of street harassment and low-level forms of sexual assault and violence. Foster seems to have misunderstood the difference between asking a woman on a date and sexual harassment.
Our collective acquiescence to the persistent infringement of our basic rights. Because is it not a basic right to enjoy oneself without the threat of molestation? Most women never speak up. The braver among us might tell gropers to f*ck off but we're unlikely to get the offender thrown out of the bar.