Black dresses, turtlenecks, and boobs

SEX ual harassment Got your attention? Ok. So, everyone was talking about the the women who wore black dresses to the Golden Globes in support of the victims of sexual harassment. but THEN wore the dresses slit up to the Heavens, or down to their belly buttons. Or had every bit of breast hanging out. (Except for the part of the breast that feeds the world. As if THAT'S the shameful part) When I saw the whole thing on the news, I admit, I thought it was a bit hypocritical. "Let's fight sexual harassment. By looking extra sexy" Until today. I was getting dressed You know, bra-less. Since I had cancer I have nothing to put in one, so I don't need a bra. But as I put on a turtleneck it jogged a memory: "Is it cold out, or you happy to see me?" Anybody who knows me knows I've always dressed conservatively. Nothing. sexy. ever. that would draw attention to the fact that I was carrying around A Pamela Anderson-sized chest. So I hid it. Well, as hidden as any mountain could be. Casabas. Bazoobies. Hooters. 9 lbs of chest. I had them weighed when I had the mastectomy. That's what I carried on my front. In my bra. From the day I woke up with them, (because I swear they grew overnight) in 1978, to the day I woke up without them, in 2008, 30 years later, I got sexually harassed. For 30 years. By bosses, boys, teachers, friends, boyfriends, boyfriends of friends. Turtleneck * "I was in the melon section at the Acme and thought of you!" Button down shirt * "Can I stick my face in there and motorboat you?" Polo shirt short sleeve * "What size bra do you wear?" Sweater * "Are those things real?" Long sleeve crew neck * "Can I feel them?" Henley shirt * "You brought the girls out!" Hoodie * "How do you carry those things around all day?" Crew neck sweatshirt * "Can I put this tray of food on there?" Conveniently brushing against me. Conveniently touching me. Sending me outside for things in the cold, to come back in with tell-tale nipples. See. It doesn't matter what you wear. Boys are boys. Men are men. And Boobs are boobs. As long as they thought that there were boobs hiding under my clothing, I was getting sexually harassed. So. To the women who took their boobs and let them fly free. And slit their dresses up to Heaven I say "Good. For. You " We can hide them or we can flaunt them It shouldn't matter. It's not something that we should have to worry about. It's part of who we are. We have no control over it. We shouldn't have to dress so that somebody else doesn't react to it. That's on them. Not on us. I spent thirty years covered up so that I didn't have to hear abuse. But. I heard it. I felt it. I got it. Anyway. So. From now on keep your hands and your words to yourself. We don't want them. You big boobs. #Timesup