When I was a young woman, I did have to live life on the defense. Comments, passes, catcalls, piece of meat assessments, gropes, and the risk of worse.
It’s more than one peon asking for a phone number. It’s a daily gauntlet.
Why associate with such a classy crowd?
And yet you survived all those dreadful first-world travails ...
Seriously?! I was a cocktail waitress in nightclubs. I had a great time and survived unscathed.
‘It’s more than one peon asking for a phone number. It’s a daily gauntlet.’
Brie, is that you...? want some whine with that cheese...?