I told my husband I was one of the few lucky ones who didn’t have a Me Too story, until he pointed out the time in the club where a man shoved his hand down the back of my pants and tried to grope me and I grabbed his fingers and bent them back until he screamed like a bitch, and the time I was walking alone by the canal and a man chased me and I ran into a business and they had to lock the door to stop him getting in.
It’s so bad for women that these situations don’t feel like anything to complain about. Because nothing technically happened.
Oh yeah, the number of times men have groped me without consent is way higher, to the point that I probably don’t even remember all of them because it happens so often to so many women. You just sort of move on because what else can you do? Well, nearly break their fingers, I guess (I’ve also done that).
I told my husband I was one of the few lucky ones who didn’t have a Me Too story, until he pointed out the time in the club where a man shoved his hand down the back of my pants and tried to grope me and I grabbed his fingers and bent them back until he screamed like a bitch, and the time I was walking alone by the canal and a man chased me and I ran into a business and they had to lock the door to stop him getting in.
It’s so bad for women that these situations don’t feel like anything to complain about. Because nothing technically happened.
Oh yeah, the number of times men have groped me without consent is way higher, to the point that I probably don’t even remember all of them because it happens so often to so many women. You just sort of move on because what else can you do? Well, nearly break their fingers, I guess (I’ve also done that).