Online Shame, Real-Life Victory
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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
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