As women, nearly everyday we have to endure the harassment of men coyly being perverts as if it’s second-nature. Whether we’re friends with them, co-workers, or even just men we pass by on occasion, some do not realize how their conversation and actions can make us uncomfortable.
To a certain point, I can deal with only but so much. Sure, as I walk down the street to the gym and some ridiculous man I don’t know gets his kicks by wanting to say hi or have passerby conversation, I’ll give him that for a mere three seconds. Don’t get me wrong, it’s tiring as hell. And annoying. But whatever. Although, when every interaction with the same men continues to be uncomfortable to the point where I have to find alternate paths home or ways to avoid talking to them, they have to be addressed for their sleazy behavior. It becomes a form of harassment, and I’m at my breaking point.