I've posted the second part of my street harassment essay over at the new website:
I have been harassed while I was in a dress and while I was in sweatpants. I have been harassed while wearing a pushup bra, while wearing a sports bra, while wearing no bra. I know that it doesn't matter what I was wearing—I know that intellectually—but the first thing I do every time I get harassed is worry about what I was wearing, what I was doing, where I was walking, how I was walking.
This essay means a lot to me, and I'd appreciate it if you took the time to read it.
You can find it here:
Part I: On Being Harassed and Having to Thank Him For It
Part II: On Putting Me in My Place