Anything can happen in 1 block.

How come every time I walk down the street alone some rotting beef carcass of a man thinks it's his right to hassle me? I can't go anywhere without hearing, "Hey baby, what yo name?", or "Hey hey, come over here, I wanna talk to you." Godddamnit. Why would I tell you my name? What difference would that ever make? Why would I walk over to your car full of other equally sweaty pervy man-tools? Oh, I know why. So you can humiliate me, take my purse, and if I'm really lucky, maybe a gang rape? Ok...Don't move! I'll be right there.
Motherfuckers.
Where did human decency go? What benefit do these kinds of people think they gain by harassing women in the streets? Is it funny? Do they enjoy making other people feel scared and uncomfortable? If that's the case, put them in a rocket and shoot it to the sun.
I'm so angry right now, I don't even know how to wrap this up.
Leave people alone. If you don't know the person, or it's not an emergency, let them be. Let ME be.
Is this what the world is like now? Is fear an everyday feeling? I shouldn't have to feel scared everytime I leave the house because I am a small woman waiting for the Big Bad Wolf Pervert lurking around every dumpster and street light.
I think I will invest in full body armor. Or a female wrestler bodyguard. But should I really have to? I know this whole rant has been done before, but I'm getting really sick of it in my neighborhood. I really just wanted to get wicked pissed for a moment, and I did. So....what now?
Well, I guess I can be sooperdoopertothemax pleased that Ann the Man With a Football in Her Hand got kicked off America's Next Top Model tonight. What a relief. Now all they have to do is give that pompus sorry ass beenaanitch Yaya the boot.
Lord love a duck, look at what I'm saying....I should know better than to indulge myself in this teenage wreckage, but I just can't help myself. I'm hooked. I guess it's better than $500 on heroin everyday. Right? Right?
meh.

I said MEH.