I've been thinking a lot ever since #metoosparked the conversation - and at first, I didn't feel like I had much to offer. I've been extremely fortunate to never experience traumatic sexual harassment or abuse. And I certainly didn't -don't -want to invalidate anyone else's experiences by putting forth my lesser ones. But slowly over the past week or so, little memories have been popping up, too many to recount. I remember being barely old enough to ride the bus alone, waiting at the stop, when a father and son pulled up and tried to persuade me to get in the car for ages before finally leaving - but not before asking me to at least smile for them. I remember being asked for a hug on the street, being told after a summer away that I was finally "fuckable", being touched without my consent and then being informed that I looked like I wanted to be messed with. I remember the messages on my phone, in my dms, in my inbox: "I want to have your babies." "But would you if you didn't have a boyfriend." "I can't promise it will be innocent ;)." I remember trying desperately to stay out of the airbnb in Ravello, my hostel bunk in Florence, the hallway in Reykjavik, as much as possible. trying to avoid the stares and the stalking. I just like to travel alone I said. I just want to be left alone. This is the short list. This is rape culture. Men, step up. If you participate, if you have ever participated, it's past time to own up. If you witness anything, and do nothing, you are complicit. Believe us when we say it happens, see it when it does, and call it the fuck out.