"Hey sweetie, how you doin'?"
I ignored him and kept walking, and then he shouted, "You could at least smile, be a fucking lady to me!"
- I am a fucking lady.
- Fuck you.
I once had an ex-boyfriend who tried to justify street harassment by saying, "It takes a lot of courage for a guy to talk to a woman he doesn't know. You should be flattered."
There's nothing courageous about street harassment. Sorry.