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Dear Pervy Guy in the Seats Opposite,
Seriously, you’ve been staring at my legs now for the whole journey – nothing is going to change. I’m pretty confident that your beady eyes have taken in just about every bloody detail, or perhaps if you stare long enough those sexy thick black tights will melt away and you’ll be able to see – gasp! – my startlingly white and unshaven flesh?! Wow – think of that! Perhaps it’s my fault – I mean, I did have the audacity to go out in a skirt above the knee this morning, blissfully thinking that it wouldn’t mean I had to watch you form a small puddle of drool on the tube floor whilst you mentally undressed the rest of me on my way home? Silly me. Tomorrow I’ll put on my baggiest pair of jeans and trainers. Oh wait, I’ll still have legs then, won’t I? And be female. And in public. See you tomorrow, then…
I just want to start of by saying that I really think hollabacklondon is great.
Just reading about other womens experiences and reactions makes me want to do something about this problem!
I moved to London three years ago. I come from a small city in Sweden, where street harassment is pretty rare, even though it happens. In my three years here in London I have encountered so many harrassers i dont know where to start. I am not gonna write about a specific harrasment now, just how it has changed my life.
Everytime I walk to work i get comments or shouted at. Its come to the point that as soon as i step out of my house I get a nervous feeling. I hate walking on my own now. These men have taken away my feeling of security. I love walking, but now its become something I dread almost. I dont even want to take the bus home after work ( i work in a bar so late hours) and take a cab home every night even though i cant really afford it.
I am sick of being a victim! but I am to scared to answer these scum bags back! I love London and I want the streets back for us women!
I want to stop being scared! but how? feel so trapped. Gona go out now, and see what happens. I am shore You all will hear from me soon with a street harassment story!