There was the man who slapped my butt in front of my college as I was walking out to get lunch; and there were the guys who saw it all happen and did nothing but laugh about it. I could go on and on and on … and on. There was the woman who came up to me on the street and asked me to pretend to know her so the man who had been following her for blocks would be deterred before she got to her apartment building. I hugged her; he left. There is my friend who was fondled on the subway in high school. There is this woman. There are all the times that I’ve crossed the street, turned down a different block, went into a different subway car, got off at a different stop, took the long way home just to avoid the guy that was following me, leering at me, watching me to see where I was going, etc. Every single one of my female friends and family and co-workers and acquaintances in cities all around the world have similar stories.