Said like someone who has never been yelled at by aggressive and creepy people, particularly in groups.

I remember once when I was still an undergrad, and I was out jogging one afternoon, and I had the misfortune of running past one of the frat houses while four guys were hanging out drinking and being idiots. As I jogged down the street, one of them started yelling shit at me. I ignored the first two comments, but when he yelled out something about my being “a fag”, I shot back “What, are you looking for a date? Not my type.” When his three friends stood up and jumped off the porch into the yard and started yelling “Hey, come back and say that to his face” that I realized “Shit, I’ve been running for a mile and a half, and I’m tired, and there are four of them, and they’re drunk, angry, and haven’t been running for a mile and a half.”

And I realize that I get to count myself unlucky amongst men in that it happened to me once.