Eight

When I was an intern working in the Capitol, I received regular, inappropriate advances from a male legislator. Fearing I would be unable to find a job after my internship, I was silent but uncomfortable.

One time at a reception he was visibly intoxicated, he approached me and commented on my “sexy” legs and offered me a job in his office if I was “nice.” I declined, and despite my fear of retribution, I told him to never speak to me like that again.

Now, years later, he still looks at me with animosity as we pass in the halls.