Phones can be used as digital pepper spray

ME TOO. You too. Her too. Us too. And probably all of them over there too as well. Grammar can suffer horribly when trying to make a point about sexual harassment. Seriously though — you too? 

Because to have ever been on the receiving end of unwanted attention, from creepy staring to violent sexual assault, all you need is to present as female. You don’t even need a vagina — you just need to look like you might have one in there somewhere. It’s not a crazed hypothesis to suggest that pretty much every woman has at some point been on the receiving end of uninvited male behaviour – from cheer-up-darling to unpleasant coercion to actual rape — during her lifetime.

My first experience of me-too was when a drunk tramp did a Trump and grabbed me right there as I walked past him on my way home from school. In uniform, in my early teens. Carrying a school bag. I was so shocked that I kept walking, and pretended it never happened. When I was older I used to fight back — when, in a rush hour Barcelona metro station on a hot day, a man yanked up my dress in front of maybe 10m commuters, I punched him in the face. Reflexively, without thinking.