[font color="navy" face="Verdana"]Bravo to that writer for stepping in and making the predator back off that young woman!
When I think back, the amount of sexual harassment I had to wade through for a couple of decades is just completely mind blowing.
For years after the divorce, I continued wearing my wedding set because I hoped it would warn off unwanted attention. Didn't stop the assholes in the least. One jerk actually said, "Nice rings. They don't mean anything, you know. What are you doing this afternoon?"
Another idiot sat next to me at a bus stop, actually draped his arm around me and asked where I lived, then got dramatically "hurt and insulted," and followed me when I got up and tried to moved away from him. Not a single soul (and there were a dozen people close by) said a word to him in my defense.
And at work... well, that's worth an entire chapter. One boss even said, "I don't know how you put up with it, but there's nothing I can do. Just ignore him." That was before there was any legal recourse at all for sexual harassment or a hostile work environment.
Maybe the "leave-me-the-fuck-alone" face I've cultivated has finally started working, or maybe it's simply because I'm older now and let my hair go gray, but it's not a problem anymore except for the occasional obnoxious geezer. The fact that I'm no longer shy about saying, "Fuck off, asshole" with a slightly crazed expression might help, too. lol
I love being older for a variety of reasons, and this is right at the top of the list.