Anonymous’s Story: Your son was a witness to your harassment

I was wearing a tank top on a sweltering summer afternoon in Virginia to walk my dog after a long shift and a summer of no A/C.  I walked along the boulevard and feel a number of eyes on me.  One person aggressively called out, “Hey baby” repeatedly.  My shoulders bowed in–his voice raised, his calls grew more lewd.  I yelled, “f**k you, sexist” back.  He followed me for two blocks, yelling and calling me a bitch.  The saddest part is that he left his young son in his car to witness this.

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