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Talking on my phone on the street, man whispers something in my hair. I turned around and yelled at him; he called me a “dumbass” because he “was just on the phone.” Right.
Walking on the upper east side at 11:30 am a man sitting on his step says “yum, yum…I want me some.”
A man sitting on the stoop of 203 W. 94th Street told me he “liked my style, slow and steady”. When I told him that was sexual harassment (not a compliment), he called me “princess” and kept going. I yelled at him. It didn’t help.
I get harassed EVERY DAY in my neighborhood (10025). When will the government do something about street harassment here?! I’m convinced no on in government gives a shit about women.
Friend and I got on the A train at 34th street, Brooklyn bound. This dude is hardcore staring. Eventually gets up and sits across from us, all the time masturbating through his jeans. I call him on it, and he calls me a bitch and all sorts of other things while my friend is right next to me. I asked if his mother dealt with this and he said he had sisters. so I told him his sisters dealt with the same behavior he was giving me, and he got angry. Don’t let him masturbate at you
When I walked to the bus stop in Middletown, at least 5 men talked to me, calling me cute and asking if I need a ride.
My friend just got yelled at on the street by some inarticulate man while we were in the middle of a great conversation, and it totally bummed us out. Stop invading our brain space, man!
On the busy corner of Graham and Meserole in E Williamsburg, I was walking on a Saturday afternoon doing some errands alone. A short man in his mid-40s with a 10-ish year old boy walked by, gave me the pervy top-to-bottom look over, whistled and said “gorgeous.” He turned to look at me a few more times. Right in front of his kid. I refrained from publicly shaming him for the kid’s sake but my god, this guy does NOT deserve the privilege of raising a child.
My boyfriend and I were out for our Saturday morning walk to the Farmer’s Market, and we were about to pass a little old man who was holding on to a fence post to keep his balance. It looked like he was about to fall, and he waved his hand at me, so I glanced in his direction, prepared to ask him if he needed help. What I got instead was a shouted reprimand: “You are wearing the wrong dress for this neighborhood! It is not a joke!” My boyfriend urged me to pay no heed to the unsolicited comment, but this is not the first time that I have been called out for wearing shorts and a tank top (today it was a strapless shirt, so I really set off alarms), and instead of a beautiful Labor Day weekend walk to the park, I stewed in shame and anger. Sucked.
Again I was out at 8pm walking down 23rd to get to a school event, and again some man called out to me. ‘Have a Nice Weekend I love you.’ Honestly if it had just been have a nice weekend I would have been okay but it’s really creepy to hear I love you from a strange old man.