Every.single.platform. That’s where women get exposed (quite literally, quite often) to sexual harassment from others. Twelve minutes ago, I hopped onto Periscope to “share” a beer with my viewers and chat about going to see Wonder Woman tonight with my daughter. Less than three minutes in, I get this: Lovely. A random viewer decided his question about my personal hygiene was a perfect segue from my alliteration about Blue Moon and Business Unusual. Because, why not, right? Later in the broadcast, after I lit into his comment, he told me, “Oh, lighten up.” No. It’s my broadcast and I don’t need to lighten up. You, sir, are welcome to go find another broadcast where you can assume the woman on the other end must really want you to ask her questions about her genitals. Different Day This isn’t a new thing. It’s a new harasser on a new day. Usually […]