I don't understand your art, Kevin.
Gosh, I am sick of how much we have to put up with. When I was younger I think I was braver and angrier which made me do something about these things. I used to angrily stare. I have confronted a few people, calmly and firmly asked them if they had a problem. Occasionally I've given them the finger too. They usually shut up if they are confronted. But now a days, as much I want to give back at them, I am not so brave. I am frustrated and I get scared. What if they follow me, what if they are drunk and what if they are rapists? I feel so powerless. The yuckiest of them all are old bikies who honk and make lewd gestures, yell something very insulting and they always include the word 'curry' :(
Now why doesn't it surprise me that the kind of douchebags who would yell out at women in the street are also racists...?