The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Let me tell you the story of the sexual harassment smoothie. It was strawberry.
It arrived in a glass on a tray full of awkward beverages and sat between me and four managers of Cilantro.
I didn’t order it but took two obligated sips anyway because apparently giving a free beverage to someone who was groped in their coffee shop makes managers feel magnanimous.
I do believe this icy pink drink was imposed on me with the best of intentions, but it came to be part of the problem.
A day earlier I stopped in the 26th July Street branch of the coffee chain Cilantro. Waiting for my coffee, I felt a bump and a quick hand brush against my ass. I got an equally quick jolt of adrenaline, or whatever it is that makes your muscles tense and your face go hot, before chalking it up to a clumsy…
View original post 848 more words