Monday, August 10, 2009  Partner privilege, safety, and street
harrassment  Via Twitter, I was alerted to this awful story of
street harassment: “‘Scuse me, sweetheart,” he says. I know he’s
trying to hit on me, and I don’t want to talk to a man I don’t
know. I continue walking, he continues calling at me. “Excuse
me, lovely…excuse me, sweetheart…hello?…hello?…hello?” I
continued to ignore him and walk. Though it was daylight out
still, the street felt isolated to me, and I just didn’t want to
respond to him. He gave me a funny vibe. He then starts calling
me names. “Yo, Bumpyface!” he says. “Bumpyface. You got acne.
You’re a bumpyface. You’re ugly.” I know I don’t have the best
skin in the world, and I am very touchy about it. His comments
were so cruel. I don’t get how I was so “lovely” that he wanted
to talk to me one minute, to being an “ugly bumpyface.” I pulled
out my phone to snap his photo to submit to your site. At the
time, he (and his friend who was in the vehicle) were laughing
and thought it was