Public harassment and cat calling, how I handle them.
Here’s an oldie but a goodie! I wrote this post last year because I was beyond annoyed with sexual harassment. Coincidentally, I was invited to speak for a friend’s radio documentary tomorrow (Aug 13th) on sexual/street harassment where I will be highlighting experiences of harassment in the streets of Kuala Lumpur.
More on that once it’s out!
Originally posted on This Blog Sparkles:
My first initiation to womanhood was not a celebratory feast or squeals of excitement or an outpouring of congratulations. In fact, I ‘became’ a woman even before I got my period. The initiation, sadly, started when I experienced my first cat calls and flirty remarks from unknown men by the street as I walk pass them. I was puzzled by their sudden interest in me and little did I realized, those cat calls was just the beginning of many more (extremely unflattering and degrading) calls.
I was 11 when a group of men cat called me. My mom was holding my hand as we cross the road.
Going into adulthood is a beautiful thing, especially when you see yourself grow up from a child to a young lady with a deep feminine voice and a beautiful body. It does however, comes with a price. Not only do men now view and…
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