Online Shame, Real-Life Victory

lmost 11 PM, and I, Sarah, a data analyst by trade and a

ace, my building, and a headline: "Ded

y and objectification. "Wow, she looks so plain." "Probably singl

watched, assessed, categor

walked in. Chad. A self-proclaimed "Good Samaritan" challenge pa

ored it, flicking my nose with a condescending playfu

ve. With a dramatic sigh, he walked away, still f

ss doors slid open again. Chad was bac

e was trying to drug me. I fought,

ly to see him standing there again when the e

g precision, recited my personal details, painting me as a

ad's arms. He whispered in my ear: "Your colleague Mark send