By Anna “Wow, you speak English so good,” called out the man, sitting casually on the ground in front of a DC Metro station. “What?” I blurted out in surprise. He had interrupted my conversation with my girlfriends as we were walking into the station. After I turned to look at him, he asked, “Hey, can you spare any change?” Immediately, I could feel the anger rising up in me as a wave of heat. After a long summer of being harassed by more than a dozen men for being a young Asian American woman who dared to take public transit, eat at restaurants, or walk down the street, I had had enough. I exploded at him.