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Worst street harassment I’ve experienced yet:
(While following me down a mostly empty street)
“You’re a whole lot of woman… That’s right baby… So I guess you need a whole lot of man… Am I right baby? Turn around and tell me I’m right!”
(Now his tone gets meaner)
“Fine, girl. Fine. Just don’t let it turn to fat before you use it. Cuz you know that’s gonna get fat!” (And then I swiftly entered a building, nearly in tears)
Some people still don’t think street harassment is a thing or think it can be cute or its just a way of “flirting” … Just stop it. No girl needs to feel the way I just felt. And condoning it in even the smallest way makes THAT guy feel like he’s in the right and I’m the frigid bitch. It’s time we start treating our women like people (GODDESSES!) instead of property, don’t you think?
Walking south-bound on 4th Ave from F/G @ 9th, just as I passed under the Prospect Expwy, the passenger of a delivery truck leaned out of his window leering at me as they drove by. I flipped him the middle-finger in a “your attention is not welcome” way. The truck stopped at a red light & as I approached the side, the passenger began making comments that were indiscernible, except for “you need to learn how to say hello,” to which I finally responded w/ some educational suggestions of my own.
I was crossing the street late at night. Tired after a very stressful weekend dealing with family, midterms, financial worries, and relationship problems. All I wanted was to get on the train and head home. I took a sip from my bottle of soda when I heard a man’s voice “Oh, yeah suck it. Suck on that soda bottle……..”. It went on but I tuned out. Then I looked and saw an SUV full of thin, leering, boys. I HAD ENOUGH. I never do this but enough is enough! Turned right around as a I heard them all saying “Oh, shit that girl’s coming back”. Pulled out my phone and snapped a pic of the license plate. HKD-1226. PA plate. “What are you going to do with that?” I said nothing because it took all the self restraint I had not to smash my glass bottle into their window. And honestly, I wish I had. Because even with this license plate I can do NOTHING. Street harassment is perfectly acceptable and a routine part of every woman’s life but if I had thrown my bottle it would have been assault. It may have been worth it. Who knows?
Anyway, I had a fantasy that the car belonged to some mom and I could find out her info and call her to tell her what her boys were up to on the weekend in the big city. Who knows if she would even care? Could I call those suburban boys and ask them why they think it’s acceptable to talk to women like that? All I know after spending $40 on carfax is that the car is a 2007 SUZUKI XL7 AWD registered at the DMV in Scotrun, PA. What a wast of money. No info on the owner of the car. To protect their privacy. That’s funny. I have no right to be treated like a person on my way home but you can harass me from the safety and comfort of your vehicle.
On my walk home from the subway, I passed a man who proceeded to say sexually inappropriate things to me and follow me the entire walk home. I circled the area a few times until he lost interest and left. Did not want to go home while he was stalking me because I didn’t want him to know where I lived.
A group of guys on the subway were loudly pressuring one of their friends to go talk to a woman who was reading a book alone and clearly wanted to be left alone. When the guy hesitated and refused to do it, his friends came over and surrounded the woman, pestering her about what she was reading and refusing to leave her alone despite her clearly looking uncomfortable and intimidated by them. This same group of young men had been verbally harassing other passengers the entire ride.
I was waiting for the train to come at the High Street/Brooklyn Bridge stop and noticed a guy taking pictures on his cellphone. I could see that it was directed at two girls talking to each other but I wasn’t sure if he knew him or what was going on, so I just kept an eye on him. A few minutes later he asked a woman next to him if he could take her picture and she said no, but he kept asking until she walked away. I made sure to keep an eye out, and sure enough he tried to sneak a few of her when she wasn’t paying attention. After some communication done only with eye movements she came over to me to try and avoid him, but he still was trying to take her photo. She yelled at him, but he said it wasn’t a problem and she assured him it was. I had enough and ran back up to the 24hr booth and told an MTA employee who said he would notify a police officer. I had to leave (turned out trains weren’t running) so I have no idea if he was caught or not.
At queensboro, he walks past me and talk to my ear “hello ” I keep walking. waiting for the 7 he walks to close proximity and starts staring at me. I confront him and tell him to stop following me and to stop looking at me and never to wink at me. I take his picture and tell him that I will make sure everyone knows what kind of a cop he is. then he gets defensive about how I don’t know who he is and how he is a cop and denying my allegations
I get these kinds of comments every single day in my neighborhood. Today, I decided to respond.
I was walking my dog after work when I passed a group of three people – two young men and a young woman. As I passed, the woman said to one of the men, “That’s more your type.” He responded by shouting, “Yeah I love a white girl with a fat ass.” I turned around and said, “Stop! That’s inappropriate.”
Another man said, “Yeah guys, just because she likes to take it from behind, that’s OK.” I told him that I have should be able to walk in my neighborhood without being harassed. He told me to calm down because, “This is the Bronx, not White Plains.”
Don’t the men and women of the Bronx deserve better?
I was walking on 30th street and 6th ave, i was waiting to cross the street, this man across the street who was also waiting for the light to change was starring at me and grabbing and rubbing his crotch. I took my phone out to take his pic and he stopped , but he mumbled something to me as he passed… Was pretty gross and im really tired of guys in this city who touch themselves near me.
I was running errands and stopped in to a supermarket to grab some coffee. Walking to the checkout line I was approached by a teenage boy, several times, who asked me if I “needed help carrying that” (I was holding ONE CAN OF COFFEE, thanks but I can manage) – “are you sure?” I told him I was fine and figured he maybe worked there and was just weird.
I went outside and he was right behind me. He said “Miss! Miss!” so I turned around – and then he asked me where I was going. I said “what?” and kept on walking. About 2 blocks later I realized he was still behind me, just walking about 20 feet back. I turned down the street toward my building when I heard him say “Miss! Wait! Can I walk with you?” – so I said no thanks and continued on. He continued behind me. I started walking a little bit faster and he matched my pace. I realized I should NOT walk right home and instead headed toward a busy street.
He continued very close behind me and kept saying he “just wanted to talk to me,” making kissing sounds (am I an animal?), asking where I was going and if I wanted company. I walked into a random convenience store to ditch him. I could see him just standing outside and I stayed until he walked away. When I left the store I doubled back toward my house, and he was sitting on a stoop. When he saw me he got up and started walking towards me, asking if I wanted company. I felt like a jackass at the time but I shouted “LEAVE ME ALONE” and broke into a run – coffee can in hand – for about 3 blocks. HE ACTUALLY JOGGED BEHIND ME UNTIL HE GOT STOPPED BY TRAFFIC AT AN INTERSECTION. I ran to my building and called my husband to laughingly tell him what a nervous weirdo I was – he didn’t think I overreacted and he was furious that some random asshole basically chased me for 20 minutes.
What infuriates me is that now I feel like I have to stay away from that area. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for over a decade and have endured my fair share of idiotic catcalls and obscene gestures but I’ve never been followed by some persistent dickhead who can’t take no for an answer. I jog in the area and now I feel like I have to be on guard when I’m running down the empty, industrial-ish streets over near where that guy started following me. I have had 8 years of boxing training, I carry a keychain that could easily double as brass knuckles, and I FEEL UNSAFE. When do these assholes decide that they have the privilege to invade my space because I have a vagina and they have a penis? How is that ok? Why would you want to race after and chat with someone who was RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU AND NOT ENGAGING YOU AT ALL – what are we gonna talk about? “Hey, do you stalk women home from the supermarket every day?”