Men catcall us on the street, hassle us at work where we have to be nice to them, grope us (I have thrown my share of drinks of guy's faces) and sexualize every fucking thing we do, wear, how we move, how we speak and if we have the temerity to reject them, we're bitches, whores and worse. If I weren't lucky enough to be married to a raging feminist, I would live like a nun.
Speaking for myself, V-Day is the worst. I did corporate work in a high rise office building so I was closed on weekends. Most of my Mother's Day work was wire-outs to all over the country.