When I started doing cartoons, I was a waitress and a sketch comedy writer living abroad in a new city. I was only 22, and the chefs were all men and were sexually harassing and groping the employees. The managers, owners and chefs were all friends, as a result, nothing changed, no matter how many times I reported it. 

I came to be known as having an attitude problem, which I now wear with pride. I knew the only way to stop this was to leave and find another job, but I had no money, and it had already taken me months to secure a job—I was so angry. It felt like I was living in a microcosm of how the world operates for men and women: men supporting each other in their misdemeanours, while women silently navigate the world, trying not to complain too much.

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