Walked down the street on a nice, sunny Sunday afternoon. After about ten blocks, I reach the corner of Morningside Park where I’m greeted with rude comments about my appearance from three men sitting on the park bench.
“Damn girl, looking real fine today.”
I just look ahead and keep walking, determined not to let them get to me. As I turn the corner and walk away, I hear shouted after me “Yeah she likes that, doesn’t she.”
As if that isn’t enough, when I walk back home an hour later, the same men are sitting there still and I get the same treatment again.
“Girl those glasses look so sweet on you.”
I’m sick of feeling unsafe walking around my own neighborhood in the middle of the day. I shouldn’t need to walk with someone else to be able to avoid these kinds of comments. Me walking down the street is not an invitation for your comment.
Group of men hanging out on George Street. My mom and I had to walk past them to get to my car and they said to me “Hi. What’s your name? How you doin’?” And my mom said “hi” and they said, “not the old lady.” It’s not illegal to say hello. It’s not illegal to flirt. But it was uncomfortable.
I was in the car with my partner and we were stopped at a stop light. Right across from us was this bar where this sketchy guy literally is always standing outside and making rude comments at people. There are just always older men loitering around and making rude remarks at women. So to the right of us this man in his 50s is standing against the wall of a business and a group of young women pass him by. My window was up so I couldn’t hear the exchange, but he clearly made an unwarranted remark at the women, to which one or two of them immediately responded to with an appropriate level of anger and disgust. Right after they did this they turned the corner. He didn’t like the fact that women actually don’t always just take his verbal abuse sitting down, so he actually began to follow them for a few steps to peek around the corner and get the last word in by yelling after them. To which one of the women responded to with another remark. They were gone and as he was pouting in defeat I rolled down my window and shouted something along the lines of, ” Hey asshole!” and flipped him off, just for the sole purpose to let him know that we’re everywhere, and we are supporting each other against scum like him. Also I just felt like it would be wrong if I didn’t say a little something. He didn’t even get mad or surprised, he just seemed to know that he was trash at that point. One of the better experiences in my opinion.
Last year, I lived within about 5 mins walking distance from my school. So the window of time in which I could get harassed was quite slim, and yet I literally was harassed nearly every single day to the point where I couldn’t go outside without wearing headphones to drown it out.
Within my short walk to school, an old and dirty looking man with dark hair walks towards/past me and looks me dead in the eyes with one of those fucked up pervy smirks as he pretends to be masturbating into the air. I am appalled but I can only think to flip him off. I just hear him behind me after I pass him making some sort of indecipherable remarks and sounds, kind of with the tone of “aw cmon!!!” It was definitely one of the scarier incidents for me, and I still can’t really believe it happened.
Not like it matters, but I was wearing a tshirt and boyfriend jeans that day.
Walking back from my favorite vegan sandwich place, and at the time I had long white dyed hair. Out of nowhere I hear a voice from behind/beside me say, “Yknow, for having white hair, you’re pretty sexy.” (Or maybe he said hot.) I turn and he is walking beside me. I just look at him and say, “That’s pretty creepy, dude.” He gets offended and says, “Creepy?….Uh, you don’t think white hair is creepy?” Like trying to come up with a comeback to me shutting him down. He tried to retract his “compliment” because I didn’t respond the way he wanted me to. But I just kept speaking over his annoying stammering by repeatedly saying, “That’s pretty creepy, that’s pretty fuckin’ creepy dude, that’s creepy.” Until I started raising my voice and he was like fine whatever and probably called me something under his breath I think but I couldn’t hear because I was still talking over him. He crossed the street and was gone. I had to stop in my tracks and I desperately looked around for a place to just hide because I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I don’t know, for some reason harassers like him make me feel more threatened than the ones who just pass by.
Walking down the sidewalk at 2:45pm minding my own business. I was verbally harassed by 4 men smoking and standing outside of High Profile Barbershop at 9 Clarkson Avenue in Prospect Lefferts in Brooklyn, NY.
One man stretched his arm out to prevent me from walking forward while saying “Hello.” Of course I didn’t reply and he finally moved his arm. I kept walking without looking at any of them and he continued to say Hi, make kissy sounds, and speak to me when I clearly was not interested.
This happens every single day in this neighborhood, and with gentrification happening quickly, the police presence in this area needs to be increased to prevent and stop this harassment from happening.
homeless man masturbating into shampoo bottle of some kind on the street to girls walking by
I recently moved to New York City, I’m a journalist and I always been passionate about gender issues. I come from a little country in South America where street harassment is part our “macho” culture. When I got here, I thought men would be more respectful but Nooooo! They are even worst! I can even go outside wearing cleavage bc men will start at my boobs instead of looking at my face. I’m constantly being catcalled by old men and some of them have even offered me money as if I were a prostitute! It is so annoying! Not to mention that some comments are so disgusting such as “omg! I’d love to lick your boobs”! It’s frustrating sometimes!
This guy once followed me all the way from third avenue 149th st in the Bronx all the way until 138th. He would stop at every corner just to stare at me and make comments like “I want to taste your bath water.” I walked right into a police station just so he can stop following me. I never reported it and I regret it now but who knows how long he would have continued to follow me if I have never walked into the police station.
Because of this incident I will never again give male strangers much patience.
By not explicitly saying from the beginning that I did not want to be this man’s ‘friend’ he proceeded to follow me from the Q park side stop through the park to the F G slope stop.
He continuously asked me to stop walking for who knows what. I refused. It took a call on speaker to 911 to shake him off.