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Morons of the world-
I have come to accept that I can not ride public transportation without continual male attention and harassment. I do not expect to walk any distance alone on a street without someone yelling or cat calling. I understand that making eye contact at a bus stop will be taken as an open invitation to stand uncomfortably close to me, stare at my breasts, and make annoying conversation for the entirety of my bus ride.
This is irritating, creepy, altogether invasive, and lowers the net chance that anyone of the male persuasion will ever get laid, much to the sorrow of all the non-creepy men out there. (So sorry about that, non-creepy men.) However, I have learned to live with it. These are, after all, informal public spaces.
However, is it so much to ask that when I am at work, in my place of business, where you are also employees of the god damn hospital, that you limit yourself to simply quietly leering? No. You must approach me while I am on the telephone, blissfully unaware of your existence, and make blatently sexual comments directly to me. In the frelling hallway.
In conclusion, die in a fire.
-Me
So the story: I was on my way out of the hospital today when I realized I had forgotten to clock out. I picked up a wall phone to do so, when two men walked by me. One said something along the lines of "Hey baby, why don't you give me a call." His horrified friend husled him away before I could react, which is why I am not still at work, explaining to the police exactly why one of my fellow employees has a broken arm.
I have come to accept that I can not ride public transportation without continual male attention and harassment. I do not expect to walk any distance alone on a street without someone yelling or cat calling. I understand that making eye contact at a bus stop will be taken as an open invitation to stand uncomfortably close to me, stare at my breasts, and make annoying conversation for the entirety of my bus ride.
This is irritating, creepy, altogether invasive, and lowers the net chance that anyone of the male persuasion will ever get laid, much to the sorrow of all the non-creepy men out there. (So sorry about that, non-creepy men.) However, I have learned to live with it. These are, after all, informal public spaces.
However, is it so much to ask that when I am at work, in my place of business, where you are also employees of the god damn hospital, that you limit yourself to simply quietly leering? No. You must approach me while I am on the telephone, blissfully unaware of your existence, and make blatently sexual comments directly to me. In the frelling hallway.
In conclusion, die in a fire.
-Me
So the story: I was on my way out of the hospital today when I realized I had forgotten to clock out. I picked up a wall phone to do so, when two men walked by me. One said something along the lines of "Hey baby, why don't you give me a call." His horrified friend husled him away before I could react, which is why I am not still at work, explaining to the police exactly why one of my fellow employees has a broken arm.