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I need feminism because when I was 17, I was seated away from my family on a plane and next to an old drunk man. He kept being inappropriate, touching me, trying to hold me hand, giving me creepy “compliments”. I was too scared to speak up or ask to be moved. I didn’t sleep or go to the bathroom for the whole 9 hour flights. When I told my parents, they laughed it off.