If when I tell you misogyny exists you retort so does misandry; if when I tell you I get groped in bars you tell me it's because of how I look; if when I call you out on defending a convicted rapist you go on to make a rape joke you are the reason I'm a feminist. 

Whether it was my recent feminist rants and tonight's discussion about misogyny or not, I was acutely aware on my walk back from the station of feeling like a potential victim purely by virtue of being female. I was acutely aware that the clacking of my heels were potentially an advertisement to a possible attacker.