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Ugh, this thread reminds me of something creepy that once happened to me. I was in line to catch the Greyhound back to college, and a young man approached me in line with a nice SLR around his neck. He said he was taking pictures for his photography class back at Oregon State, and wondered if he could take my picture, as they were practicing taking pictures of people. I said sure, and so he positioned his camera to take the picture. I couldn't help but notice the way the camera was pointed--directly at my chest. I felt totally violated. A couple months later, some friends and I were talking over dinner in the dining hall, and it turned out that one of my female friends had had the exact same dude do the exact same thing to her in front of the library. Eww.
I would speak up, personally. I wouldn't want anyone to feel the way I did.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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