As a non white person, I also wonder what this feels like.

The first problem is that women, since they were girls, have been socialized to be nice and, to use your word, kind even when our space or bodies have been intruded upon. I know it is hard, but try to work on knowing that it is you who has the rights here and it is your space and time this person is disrupting. You…

It's a hell of a wake-up call when you travel to poor countries and all of a sudden you're a target.

So if women don't want to be bothered, we should:

Something similar happened when I was younger, only without the touching. I think it was a couple, pulled up beside me while I was walking home and asked if I was ok, if I wanted a lift, and even after I said no and pointed out my house was just down the road (luckily it was) they kept tailing me and pestering me,…

I don't think it even feels like anything, you'd just assume it was the default. You only start feeling these freedoms when you don't have them.

It is so incredibly common. And I think the fact that I'm very tall even cuts down on the amount of harassment I'd otherwise get. But you're very very lucky that you don't get harassed on public transit. There is no feeling more infuriating and shameful and scared and sickening.

You just want to be able to take the train or the bus and not be hassled or be forced to be rude to someone, be told to smile, or be coerced into interacting in any way when you don't want to. There is a guy that rides Muni in San Francisco, similar to this guy. He doesn't play an instrument, but he sings, terribly,…

Leave New York? This happens everywhere. We'd have to leave the planet to truly get away from it.

Ack! I wonder what is the best thing to tell girls to do in that situation? Home could be really far away, I would hope that a girl being harassed would run up to my house and pound on the door to make a scene so they would fuck off. You have so few options when you are out walking alone.

You think an ipod or a book will stop people from bothering you?! I live in a smallish city in Canada (LAND OF POLITENESS), and I guarantee you, even here, if the guy wants to talk to you on the train or the bus or wherever, he'll pull out your earbuds and knock down your book, angrily asking why you're being a bitch…

Everyone should live in a bad neighborhood when they are young. It teaches you to understand a bit of this. I certainly don't understand all the shit that women have to deal with, but I do understand perceiving everyone as a threat in public.

Mine used to get a little testy when I wanted to go home a specific way and not through the dark, barely lit park even with him there. Yes, you did Judo 15 years ago, but that's not going to help as much as you think.

...I find this just slightly better than the multiple times I have been masturbated to while on mass transit...

Back in the 90s when I briefly and regretfully wore colored (topaz) contact lenses, my guy friend of longest standing told me they allowed him to maintain eye contact with me more easily, since they made him feel less judged than my normal cold black shark eyes. I got rid of the contacts immediately, because who…

I have gotten in serious trouble with my people over the fact that I am completely in love with John Oliver and I prefer him to Jon Stewart. People are trying to disown me and are re-writing their wills over this. I'm cool with that, because JOHN OLIVER. What's not to love? Dimples. Glasses. Floppy hair.…

Based on today's evidence — including the sudden disappearance of my account, and all its posts - the preferred motif is still to block accounts and delete comments until the author's fingers get tired.

I had the same reaction as you, and the same realization when I read the comment. I am outraged that the comment would be deleted.

Follow her and rec her posts, I'm campaigning to bring her back out of the gray.

I'll tell you what; it definitely opened up the conversation for me. My first reaction was 'ahahaha ew dude.' It wasn't until I saw her comment and the conversation it started that I realized: wait, this was a voyeur creeper shot of a totally unsuspecting dude who was just going about his business and now his body…