"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.
I love it when guys act like you have wronged them by standing up for yourself like that. There was this guy who I used to work with who would bother me and the other women all the time. One day, after I had had enough of his nasty comments I was like “so, do you use Facebook?” He did, so I was like “oh great, I’ll find you then! Maybe I’ll find your wife. I bet she has a Facebook too, right? How do you spell your last name again?” He flipped out at me and was like “Fine. I get it. I won’t talk to you at all unless it is work related.”
Its like good! Fucking good! Never do that shit again. That isn’t a punishment, it is a blessing.