...so why do I feel like I'm making a fuss about nothing? 
We're having work done on our roof starting tomorrow. The scaffolding went up on Saturday, but they came back today to put a sign up and finish a few bits and pieces. I arrived home while they were working.
I parked my car across the street, and as I had a fair bit of baggage and a baby, it took me a little while to get out of the car. I noticed one of the workmen say something to a woman passing by, who looked a bit embarrassed and kept walking. Then as I was crossing the road they shouted something at another two women passing by. I walked toward the gate, and one of them turned to me and started to say something (it's unlikely they would have recognised me as I wasn't around much on Saturday). I cut him off with my best 'teacher' glare and told him to please stop harassing women outside my house.
He denied he had done it, said he was just talking to his mate, I (shaking) put my key in the lock and went inside, slamming the door behind me. I could hear them banging about outside for another half hour, and I just felt horrible. Vulnerable and scared and sad
Anyway, I called DP to have a rant. He said it was totally out of order, and called the roofer, who completely agreed, and called the scaffolding company, who also agreed and promised that they took it very seriously and would deal with it. The roofer is on his way here to apologise to me in person.
So all the (men) I have reported this to have taken this seriously and been very clear that they consider it unacceptable and have dealt with it. Which is great.
So why do I feel like a silly little girl making a fuss about nothing?
Patriarchy really does a number on us doesn't it? 