YES. I’m glad this didn’t happen to me a decade ago. In my early 20s, I was much more susceptible to the overpowering urge to be polite. I give fewer fucks these days, but I still have to actively remind myself for days afterwards sometimes that it’s ok to let men feel uncomfortable when they cross a line (or imply…

Oooh, I had no idea there was a sequel. Thanks!

It seems so obvious, doesn’t it? While I was writing this comment (which was the first time I’d ever put it in writing), I kept thinking, “What the hell was wrong with me??? Why didn’t I call the police?”

NO.

Apologies in advance for the length. This story happened about 6 months ago, and I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should even post it. Last April, I decided to take advantage of one of the last cool evenings of the year and go for a walk while my husband waited for our food to arrive (we relied heavily…

God, me too. I know it’s terrible, but whales are literally the stuff of nightmares for me. Like, I respect them as majestic creatures, I ache for their plight, and I’ve actually donated to various sealife preservation societies, but God damn. They are freaking terrifying.