Every woman I count as a friend has experienced some form of harassment or assault. Many don’t see it as a big deal and just how things are, but I would not tolerate it if it was directed at me. Likewise every friend with darker skin than mine has had to deal with racism.

Closest I’ve faced as an adult? One wolf whistle for having a pony tail, one instance of verbal bi-phobia, and that’s it.

I don’t know how improve reality, but I can’t bury my head in the sand about the need to do so.