I feel shitty about how I deal with street harassment. Which is, generally, to smile and say apologetically, “I’m married!”
I’ve found this is the best way to ensure no one calls me a cunt in public, but, obviously, it’s also doing a disservice to the community. The implication being, of course,…
No one has ever asked me so bluntly about my pussy, but I do get regular marriage proposals while I’m running through Brooklyn. Once, a guy asked me to marry him, and I said, “I’m already married! Happily! With babies!” And he said, “That’s OK! I’m a great baby daddy!”

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