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I was walking to work and a man said “hi baby, you got some nice titties.”
Walking to go meet a friend for coffee yesterday, I had to get past the construction in the 58th street/Colombus circle area. I heard from behind me, “Fuck you’re looking fiiiiine today” and turned around to see some smug construction worker standing in the middle of the sidewalk obviously proud of himself. I pulled out my phone and pretended to take a picture of him (my phone’s album was full otherwise I actually WOULD have taken his picture and posted here) and said to him, “Thanks for the pic! I’m now going to report you.” and gave him a little “too doo loo” wave as I walked away. I finally felt like I had taken back control over street harassment and plan to find more safe and constructive ways of sticking up for myself.
I was on my way to work so I got onto the J train at Essex/Delancey around 9am one day. Unfortunately the trains were extremely packed and if I didn’t squeeze myself on, I wouldn’t be able to get to work so I forced myself onto the train along with other passengers. A few minutes into the ride, a tall man wearing sunglasses started groping my genital area. I looked down at his hand, looked at his face, and glared. But he continued. I couldn’t move anywhere because the train was packed so tightly and I was trapped. It was the first time being sexually harassed physically so I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Two stops later, I exited the train and was about to go to an MTA worker to report this, but he disappeared. I reported this to the police instead, but of course, there wasn’t anything they could do about it. It felt useless reporting these things.
On my way to work this morning, this guy put his phone between my legs and took a photo up my skirt. I wouldn’t leave him alone until he showed me his phone. He took it out and it immediately opened up to snap chat. He then winked at me, told me I’m beautiful and asked for my number. I got my phone out to take a picture of him. He ran away laughing, saying that I’m “crazy.” This was all I got of him. I’ll file a police report, but I know nothing will be done about it, and it also feels so wrong to be silent about it.
There is a construction site within 4-5 short blocks from my office. Yesterday, I was on my way to lunch and passed by the area and the entire crew of about 10-15 workers catcalled, and yelled obscene comments at me as I passed by. I was not wearing anything revealing or tight; I had a trench coat on with jeans and boots. Since I was completely outnumbered and I didn’t think anyone passing by on the sidewalk would stop and help defend me, I ignored the construction workers and continued walking. Not sure what else should I have done, but it seems like ignoring them in times like these (where I’m alone with no one around to help defend me) doesn’t prevent them from harassing women again in the future. Any suggestions welcomed.
There is a local pervert who has harassed me for the 6+ years I’ve lived here. He is always sitting in front of the local laundry mat where there is a bench, or the vet office where there is a bench. This afternoon he addressed me as I walked with my child, I responded with, “how many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?” He followed us into the bodega and called me a cunt, a bitch, told me he just said hi and to fuck off. I told him to stop and go away, to stop cursing in front of the children (there was my 5 year old and several other children in the store). The worst part was a male passed by and I asked for his help and he shook his head at me and shook my harassers hand. He completely dismissed me and allowed it to continue. In the past he has asked me out, told me my ass looks good in my scrubs, addressed my child and tried to get him to high-5 after saying, “mommy looks good, why wont she talk to me?” I was very firm on that occasion and told him NEVER to address my child. I called the police per the instruction of the bodega staff who said he is always in there causing trouble. The cops basically said unless he physically assaulted me or they witnessed the profanity they can’t do anything. But that they told him to leave me alone. I’ve told him the same and it hasn’t worked. I’m afraid of him but I’m determined not to allow him or shitty passersby allow me to feel unsafe in what is MY neighborhood too. I am a young female. My harasser is a middle-aged man. The passerby was also a middle-aged man.
It’s Monday. It’s going to be a nice 70 degree day. I have to be in the office all day. I am going to wear a short sleeved dress with my jean jacket and flats because it’s a nice outfit and I want to look and FEEL nice.
But wait…as I make my commute from home (Central Brooklyn) to the office (East Harlem), did I make a mistake because it seems like wearing a dress meant that it was an open invitation for verbal harassment, looks, and noises from all men.
When a female wears a dress/skirt, does it act like an “on switch” that says for guys, “Yes. I am open for comments now.” IT’S ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!
WHAT is it? What’s it all about? Like wearing a dress or skirt means easier access for the vagina? Or a possibility of the wind blowing it up for you to take a peep? WHAT IS IT ABOUT?
The unnecessary and unwanted attention makes me want to rethink my wardrobe choices. Like I don’t even want to wear a dress for a few days again BECAUSE I don’t want to go through this again.
I wore this outfit for me. To make ME feel good. Instead, because of harassment, it makes me feel disgusted and frustrated that I even made an effort to look decent.
I was groped by a young boy, about 12 years old, after refusing to give him money to support his basketball team.