Last week I posted about street harassment, PTSD, and the bystander effect. I was feeling pretty empowered until about 12 hours later when I attempted to go to the gym again. I had the day off on Friday so I went to the gym at nine in the flipping morning. I made it all the way there without a single harassment.
On the way home (10am), a car pulled over, rolled down the windows and stopped.
Driver: GOOD MOOOORNING!
Passenger: Nah, man! Look! She fat as hell!
I hate everyone.
Except maybe Meghan Trainor.