Maybe she was having a bad day.

I think Ms. Barton would have enjoy talking to P-C, so it's her loss. I would also guess that P-C, being a nice fellow, has no idea how much stalky stuff most women deal with on a regular basis and how gunshy it makes us. When I used to teach sex-ed, I would ask how many of the students (this was 8th graders) had been followed or propositioned in a creepy way. Every time ALL the girls raised their hands, while none of the boys did. And this was 13-year-olds. By the time most women get to be 21, they have a long list of events like guys following them through malls or rubbing against them in movie theaters or staring at them across a library or other creepy stuff. Makes us hyperaware.

By the time I was 13, so many men had pulled their penises out of their pants when I was doing my paper route, that it didn't mean anything anymore. It wasn't scary or weird after awhile. It wasn't until I was much older that I realized how sick it was.

I was just always like, "ew."

By the time most women get to be 21, they have a long list of events like guys following them through malls or rubbing against them in movie theaters or staring at them across a library or other creepy stuff. Makes us hyperaware.

Oh, hell yeah.

Damn it, I had something else to say, but now I forgot.

I remember being stopped by a flasher in a parked car in NYC who asked me through the open window "Do you want to see my dick?" at which point years of waspy upbringing kicked in and I said, "No, thank you." very brightly and kept walking.

Geez, men suck.

By the time most women get to be 21, they have a long list of events like guys following them through malls or rubbing against them in movie theaters or staring at them across a library or other creepy stuff. Makes us hyperaware.

Yep. couldn't agree more.

By the time I was 13, so many men had pulled their penises out of their pants when I was doing my paper route

This, however?? Note to self: if you ever have a daughter, she is not allowed to have a paper route.

Well, it's tough on the vast bunch of really nice guys out there, who just want to chat with a person without being treated to the cold shoulder.

When I was growing up, we had this local town phone book that listed the father's name, then his wife, and then kids and their ages. (Looking back I can't believe this, but anyway...)

One evening, when I was probably 8 or so, I answered the phone and this guy started asking me questions. The only one I remember clearly was whether I had hair between my legs and whether my mom did. My parents were really bothered by this and had our names taken out of the book. At the time, I was more bothered by their reactions since I had no hair between my legs and couldn't see why anyone would care.

Looking back now - creepy.

This reminds me of a Women's Studies class I heard about in which the professor asked, "How many of you have routines for walking to your car at night?" Every woman in the room raised her hand. Every man looked around astonished.