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I was on my way to Penn Station because I was visiting family for the weekend. At Canal, a clearly intoxicated and rough-looking man boarded the train. The way this guy carried himself and swung his bag around screamed that he was dangerous. I noticed that he started looking at a woman who was seated next to me (I was standing in front of one of the doors). I started readying myself to say something. He started talking to her, saying the usual things. Eventually he started screaming at her and throwing himself around menacingly. I froze. I was terrified. Fortunately, another guy intervened and forced him from train at the next stop.
I am so ashamed that I couldn’t bring myself to do something.
Male driver threatened me by honking and moving his car towards me while I walked east in crosswalk of Newtown Av on north side of 30th Av before 33rd St.
As he drove within inches of me he yelled out “Asshole Faggot!”
He watched me heading to the entrance towards Key Food and yelled “I’ll be waiting for you when you get out!”
I took out my phone and took a picture of his car and license plate, telling him “I’m calling the police now!”
He drove away.
Going home on the subway Friday night, I noticed this dude sitting next to a woman and making her uncomfortable. I felt like I should intervene, but wasn’t 100%…and “nobody else was doing anything.”
Anyways, in the middle of all this doubt, I found myself remembering all the times that no one had stood up for me – and how much I wished for even a knowing glance so that I knew that other people thought harassment wasn’t okay, or that they would help me if it increased.
I made eye contact with the woman and asked if she wanted to sit in my seat. She gave me this huge smile (which felt amazing) and jumped over. Then, I moved my (super pregnant) body between the dude and her and, when he became physical and tried to push me, told him to back off, because I would use all of my physical power (and the additional fighting power of an almost 7 month old fetus) to destroy him.
Cue immediate support from a man beside me, who calmly told the harasser to “step down.” The tables turned and, all of a sudden, everyone was focused on this harasser and telling him to stop. The harassing dude leaving the train the next stop, after being told to stop trying to touch me/the other woman over and over again. It was like a scene out of a movie, complete with cheering and a round of clapping.
Even though it was scary, I’m glad I intervened in some way — and I’m so happy that the rest of the train supported me (and the woman being harassed).
This guy was loudly talking about a woman sitting to my right. He kept moving closer to her before finally sitting right next to her and trying to get her to talk to him. She kept ignoring him and then when he wouldn’t stop I glared at him. He then started yelling about how I was attacking him and he just wanted to make us laugh. Another woman interceded and asked if we were all right. Fortunately I was getting off at the next stop bit I hope that other woman was ok.
At the Smith and 9th ave (F and G Train station) around 2:30pm. A man acorss the tracks urinated in the corner and then started to jack off in front of me. After he was finished he began to walk towards me but I got on the F train as it was approaching the station.
Walking down the street with my (clearly straight male) instructor after dance class. Several guys in a taxi leaned out and whistled at me.
I was walking to work and some guy in an SUV was stopped at a traffic light. He opened his car window and made kissy sounds at me. I looked around and was the only woman. He nodded and winked at me before driving off.
My sister and I live in a very nice, not very populated rural neighborhood in New York. It’s rare that anyone have any altercation, so this experience was especially shocking for us.
We decided one afternoon after school to go on a run, as we were both on the cross country team and didn’t have practice that day. I was 17 and she was 14. As we were running, two middle-aged men in a convertible drove passed us. A few minutes later then passed us again and mimed a “boob grab” and yelled at us to expose our “tits.” Keep in mind that my sister had barely even developed yet and we were both underage.
We were afraid that they would circle around again and we immediately went home. My sister was in hysterics, having never been exposed to that level of disrespect from an older male. It was very traumatizing for us both.
I was walking into work from the subway. Some guy was leaning against a building smoking. Just after I passed him he shouted after me “Wow! Those jeans look hot on you girl. Tight!”.
I was walking down 2nd Ave after work. A guy leaned out of a truck and yelled “damn girl!”.