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On my way home from a party tonight, my boyfriend, a male friend and I were crossing the road to Camden Town underground station in a rush to make sure we caught the last tube train. As we crossed the road, a group of drunk, “jokily” aggressive guys ran across the road in the opposite direction. My boyfriend and my friend were ignored, however one of them found the time to drag his hands across my chest as he ran past. I am short, and I was wearing a dark, thick winter coat buttoned up. He must have thought about where to place his hand. I couldn’t do anything for a split second as I was so shocked. When I recovered enough to realise how angry I was, I turned back and shouted “fucking losers!” I wish I’d grabbed his hand and bitten on it. And then kneed him in his crotch, hard. My friend, who had seen what had happened (my boyfriend didn’t), congratulated me for shouting back at the guys, as he thought not enough women fight back. But that made me think, why didn’t he say anything? It’s hard to fight back when something like that happens to you, even when you want to, because you are so paralysed by the shock. It’s not that not enough women fight back, but rather that not enough people stick up for them.
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