I wasn't harassed much when I was a young thing - but there is one time I will always remember that I wish-wish-wish I could go back and repeat, with different behavior on my part. It wasn't harassment, just incredible boorishness: the boss I was meeting with could not keep his eyes off my legs.
I ignored it then, but if it happened now I would bark, loudly and sharply: "Fred!"
When he looked up in surprise, I'd do that Crocodile Dundee two-finger thing, drawing a path from his eyes to mine, and say, "Fred...you look at my eyes, Fred, my eyes, NOT my legs."
I'd have loved to see his reaction.