I started 13 Reasons why at the same time most everyone else started watching it- as soon as it was released on Netflix. But unlike most people, I just finished the final episode last night, over a month since its release. It's not that the show wasn't moving, enthralling, or heart-wrenching, because it was all that and more. I couldn't watch it all at once because it made me feel things I had so deeply shoved so far out of sight, I wasn't sure I could watch it all unfold in front of me again. I've never been in a state of mind where I contemplated not living any more- but I can say, as a woman, I have felt (on some level) the pain, embarrassment, and harassment as Hannah Baker. I vividly remember being objectified by boys in the high school hallway (hell- it still happens by random men on the street). I got comments on my body, unsolicited as I was walking to class. I got touched, and grabbed, and put in situations I still get uncomfortable thinking about tod...