Is That…A Target on My Back or Something?

Yew, yew, yew, and I’m not talking about wood. As I was leaving my house this morning to walk El Strudel to school, one of the construction workers across the street made a really gross sexual comment about my appearance.

My first reaction was like, REALLY? Are you serious? The guys out there talk to me a lot and say how’s it going, but this is the first time.

My second reaction was to feel really skeeved and like I did not want to come back to my house.

I called the company and left a message with customer service. I called my landlady, who I hardly ever bother, to let her know to see if I could get some support as a tenant on her property. Then I shopped and lollygagged in the parking lot, reading the Weekly til it was time to retrieve the Strudel.

I saw my big kid at school today when I picked up Strudel. She is doing okay. I urged her to tell the people in her life what she wants, even if it means she might get punished for it. Maybe someone, especially someone who might be funding potential litigation, will listen.

PS
Also, son of a beetching comment spam. I know it is a never-ending problem, and this is not a help-me whine. I make a solemn vow to, every time I get a comment spam, to track it down and close the comments on that entry and clean it up. I hate to do that, because sometimes I get cool comments on four-year-old entries, but enough’s enough. If I stick with it, maybe I’ll be dug out and shut down on the old ones in six months or so. SOLEMN VOW.

I just found this entry, which had 175 comments. Holeee shit. Closed!

PS, FULL OF WIN! Thanks, ladderlady.

8 thoughts on “Is That…A Target on My Back or Something?

  1. That guy better get a talking to. Harrassing a woman is no laughing matter. Call the department in charge of safety or permits and call in an anonymous complaint or something. Do you have the name of the developer? You should definitely call and get the Project Manager’s number. Oh! And what about calling the local news. Maybe put something up about it on their blog since they’re so tech-y….

  2. Not to be an enabler, but this has been kind of a bummer week for you.
    On a happier note, if you want I’m more than willing to do any holding down you need, if you want to.. say take revenge on any of the offending parties by bespectacle and bejeweling them with the beadazzler.

  3. While I am not in any way condoning sexual harassment, I think you just have to accept the disturbing fact that extremely pervy guys think you are really hot. I mean, that’s not an isolated incident THAT DAY, is it? Hmmm? Hmmm?

    Srsly, though, I totally sympathise. I once lived in a house that was attached to a house undergoing major renovations for months, and the builders were disgusting jerks.

  4. He assaulted you with his words and he did it on purpose. I want him gone. You should not be afraid to go outside of your own house.

    Do what you can, and if there is a next time, be fierce, stop what you are doing walk to the site, demand to see a manager / make his apologize / look him in the eye / make him see your child with you.

  5. This is the second post I read today about being harassed as the writer walked down the street near her digs. The first writer was also a West Coaster. What’s with the men over there? Most distressing. Sorry you had to deal with it.

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