Picture: the beginning of dusk in the middle of London (safe setting, thus).
Bloke throws a walk-by street harrasment and a little jeer at my friend and I.
Little did he know we are both raging feminists who have been on actual panels about this shit.Little did he expect we would take up pursuit and return the favour.
First he jeered. Then he raged. Towards the end, he got scared. We never touched him. Only asked him about why he felt that was appropriate and peppered his own words back at him, from Leicester Sq all the way up to Goodge St. “Go on, mate, you wanted our attention, didn’t you? Now you have it. Now back to “I’ve been doing this for ten years to women, none of them ever behaved like you bitches” - why do you think that is? Hey, sugartits (which is what he called us initially), I’m talking to you, don’t be rude now.“