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New submission from Ally
I’m sharing my story as I’m so annoyed with myself for not reacting to the situation. I always have some sort smart arse comeback for verbal street harassment.
A few months ago I was on my way to work, in Westminster, wearing a reasonably short skirt with thick woollen tights. It was about 9am. As I queued to get off of the bus at my stop a man put his hand up my skirt. It happened so quickly and it was so unexpected that I didn’t know what to do or say. It’s awful but I’ve come to expect this kind of behaviour from some drunk guy in a club but at 9am on a bus full of commuters?! Maybe the unfamiliar setting of the harassment threw me.
What annoys me is that I don’t wear that smart, perfectly office appropriate skirt any more. Some pervert has dictated to me what I can wear.