Yesterday my friend and I were walking out of Forever 21 and the wind blew my skirt up a little. I had shorts on underneath (for this very reason) but two guys in a parked car saw it happen and yelled at me to lift it more, I yelled back, “fuck you!” and they laughed. So I took my pocket knife out of my bag and said, “I will slash your fucking tires” and they did not laugh
The time I told a dude “I will end you if you take one more step towards me” was the fastest I’ve gotten rid of a harasser in my life. We’re so trained to be quiet, to be compliant, to ignore or maybe flip them the bird or yell at worst. But when you just go off-script and actually threaten them, they do NOT know what to do, and it is glorious.
yup, reminds me of the time i got cat called driving on a break at a stretch shift at work. i was eating an apple with a knife because i don’t like biting directly into them, and these dudes would NOT quit. turned to them, made no expression other than burning eye contact, lifted the knife (that was previously out of view), and slowly dragged it across my throat.
have never seen the color drain out of a dude’s face faster in my life.