That nonlethal weapon, the smartphone, can deliver justice. But only if you can unlock it.
by Juliette Borda
I was assaulted the other evening when I was strolling along the High Line. Maybe groped is the more physically accurate word, but given the nature of the violation and the feelings of anger and helplessness it kicked off, I can't help considering it an assault.
It happened a little after 7 p.m. on a brutally humid evening, but a promising one.
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