thoughts

K, so you always hear about the girl who sexually harrassed. We always question what *she* did to bring this on herself. Maybe her scantily clad body, or her provocative body language.

Last night, I wore my miniskirt and a top, but made sure to cover up the top part with a jacket. People just want to see SKIN. They relish it. I felt like a street corner whore just from everything that was said to me. Or the smiles that people would give me.

But the worst was on the metro north train back from NYC. Here I was at 12:30 AM, taking a nap on the train. All of a sudden, my nostrils were invaded with the stench of smoke, and the seat next to me was occupied. I turn to look at the person. The person starts talking to me. I told him that all I wanted to do was sleep and I wasn't in the talking mood. He continues. He asks me questions about if I smoke and or drink (wtf?). And the usually pervy perp questions. I don't think that I would've been so freaked out if he wouldn't have been so persistent and if it wasn't so late at night. Finally, I moved and walked to another car in the train. And the nice conducter saved the day by giving him a sound talking to.

I guess that I'm just pissed because of the fact that women have to be forced to monitor what they wear, say, or do just so that we don't "send out the wrong message".