“There are times my soul tremble in fear when men stare at me with sinful grins on their faces while I’m walking from college to my home. There are times my stomach flipped when the man who hissed at me followed me until I got into a cab out of fear. I’ve reached the point where I don’t walk alone on the street without keeping my keys fixed between my knuckles picturing the perfect place to shove them in if a man tries to grope me. I am tired. I am tired of listening to the filth you pour out of your mouth commenting on my body as if you have any right to sexualize the very existence of myself. Please stop. please stop asking me what my number is or where I am heading. The things you say make me uncomfortable can’t you see? I should be able to walk down the street and feel free. We live in a society where girls are told not to go out at night, to cover themselves up, to stay home if there’s no one to accompany them. But when will you teach the boys that it’s not okay to whistle at a girl or to comment on her breast, that she is also human and not an object that they can rub their hands on wherever they feel like. I wish there comes a day when I’ll be able to walk down the street without feeling uncomfortable, unsafe or embarrassed or without having to worry about what item I’m carrying would serve as the best defense if a man tries to lay their hands on me. I wish there comes a day when I can walk down the street without being harassed or objectified regardless of my gender or what I am wearing.”— Mahin Ismail, Please stop street harassment.
Marsh at evening, 1882, Isaac Levitan
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The Lido, Venice, 1899, Maurice Prendergast
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Under the Pine Trees at the End of the Day, 1888, Claude Monet
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