I’ve had two noteworthy occasions where a complete stranger groped my ass. 1. A man old enough to be my grandfather, planted in a bar seat, grabbed me (17) by the ass as I walked by. I was there working. He, blaming it on the booze, thought it would be fine to grab my ass. Even though I was underage. 2. A few years later, at a bar with friends. I went to the bathroom. On my way back to our table, a guy waiting in line for the Men’s Room, dialed back and struck me as hard on the ass as he could. He was falling down drunk. I was completely sober. I stumbled forward and thankfully managed to catch myself before face-planting on the floor. I spun, stormed back, and was ready to confront him. His bros built a wall between us to protect the jerk, consoling with statements suggesting it wasn’t a big deal or that I should have been flattered. Um, excuse me? He physically assaulted me. But this was back in the day when the bartenders, bouncers, and even the cops would not have taken the assault seriously. They too would have told me to suck it up and take ‘the compliment.’ Gross.

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