Out wearing a dress
Dear strange men on the bus,
The fact that I'm wearing a kneelength skirt and you can see some cleavage beneath my jacket is not an invitation to ask me personal questions about my home life. Or to follow me when I get off the bus.
kthxbai.
(I knew this would happen, and I wore a jacket all the way home over my reasonable enough sundress. I suppose I could have buttoned the jacket, but it was hot on the bus and I'd tugged it mostly closed. I don't mind the ogling - I sometimes ogle attractively dressed folks myself. It's the intrusive, persistent chatting that ONLY happens when I wear more shapely clothes that gets to me. Oh, and the following. I have self defense training and some martial arts experience, but I shouldn't have to rehearse all that when getting off a public bus in daylight two blocks from my house in a not-bad part of town. By the time I reached my door I was wishing I'd gotten my keys out while I was on the bus. And was ludicrously grateful for the woman out smoking a cigarette on the stoop who looked up and noticed me as I waited for the light to cross.)
The fact that I'm wearing a kneelength skirt and you can see some cleavage beneath my jacket is not an invitation to ask me personal questions about my home life. Or to follow me when I get off the bus.
kthxbai.
(I knew this would happen, and I wore a jacket all the way home over my reasonable enough sundress. I suppose I could have buttoned the jacket, but it was hot on the bus and I'd tugged it mostly closed. I don't mind the ogling - I sometimes ogle attractively dressed folks myself. It's the intrusive, persistent chatting that ONLY happens when I wear more shapely clothes that gets to me. Oh, and the following. I have self defense training and some martial arts experience, but I shouldn't have to rehearse all that when getting off a public bus in daylight two blocks from my house in a not-bad part of town. By the time I reached my door I was wishing I'd gotten my keys out while I was on the bus. And was ludicrously grateful for the woman out smoking a cigarette on the stoop who looked up and noticed me as I waited for the light to cross.)