A man just screamed “GIVE IT TO ME” at me from his car. It was 6:00 PM, I was walking home from work, and just to give you a sense of the scandalous outfit I was wearing, it was a knee-length dress, leggings, flats, and a cardigan.
I wish I could say this was unusual, but it happens at least once a week. During peak periods, it might happen multiple times a day. It is a nonstop fucking onslaught and it never, ever ends. It doesn’t matter what time it is. It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing. It doesn’t matter where I’m going or where I’m coming from. I don’t know what I did in the past year to make men feel so goddamn threatened, but it is as palpable as it’s ever been.
It’s not flirting, it’s aggression. It’s not a compliment, it’s a warning.
And I’m really, really over it.
You want me to “give it to you,” bro? Well, here it fucking is: