The thing about sexual/street harassment in general is entitlement. Men will sometimes tell me that I shouldn’t get angry about street harassment because I am just being told that I look nice. And when they tell me this, I can hear fear in their voice – and what they are afraid of, is that someone will say they are harassing someone on accident. So let me say this: harassing someone is not an accident. The only way you can possibly sexually harass someone ‘on accident’ is if you genuinely believe that that person owes you sex. Probably for the egregious kindness you’ve done them by … them existing and being somewhere in your vicinity. And if that is the case, you have a lot more problems than poor you terrorizing someone just because you think they don’t deserve rights ‘on accident’. How un-fucking-fair.
There is a difference between being hit on and being harassed. I promise. And the difference is whether or not the other person thinks you owe them jack-shit. I’ve been told I was pretty by strangers and was flattered, but when someone comes up to you and makes it clear you fucking owe them your time, your attention, sex or empathy, then that is harassment. And you know what? I don’t owe you jack shit.