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I used to run an after-school program in NYC and sometimes would walk some female kids to the store for snacks. Yes, even then men would say unbelievably offensive things and a few times I’d say “do you know she’s 14!?” I usually got f*** you! man.
The girls were totally used to it already, which is also disheartening. It’s just gross.
Thank you for what you’re doing!
I was on my way to the gym at 6pm in the afternoon, as I was walking on 142nd Street and Broadway there was a guy with a stroller come from the other side. As he got closer to me, he closed his fist towards me and acted like he was going to punch me in the face. I got scared when I saw the fist and he responded “Did you get scared?” I did not respond anything. He then started telling me, “You were in my way miss.” “What’s the matter with you?” “B#%@h” I kept walking quietly to the gym which I couldn’t stop thinking about the incident as I was walking to the gym on that day. I felt terrified there was no policemen around.
I was walking down the strip around 3pm, returning to my hotel after a business convention. A man tried to hand me a cd and when I didn’t take it he stepped infront of me, blocking my way and asked me for my number. I eventually got around him and he followed me down the strip, telling me I had dropped something, trying to get me to bend over to pick it up. He followed me for over minute calling me a sexually and suggestive name before a bystander intervened and I was able to keep walking.
I get harassed almost everyday and I’m only a sophomore in highschool. This has been happening to me for quite awhile, but for some reason this guy really bothered me. I was getting off of the 1 train at around 6 pm to go home from school and the conductor of the train yelled “DAMN GIRL YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!!” Like I always do, I kept my head down and ignored him. He then said “YOU SHOULD THANK PEOPLE WHO COMPLIMENT YOU! THEYRE FUCKING TELLING YOU THAT YOU LOOK NICE!” Did I ask for you to talk to me? I don’t know you! You might think you’re being nice, but if this happened to you all of the time you would also hate it. I’m so tired of people commenting on the way I look and hitting on me. Why can’t they understand that their comments aren’t wanted?
I was at Union Square waiting for some friends when a guy sat by my side and try to call my attention by saying a lot of things like: “you are so beautiful” and “you have nice legs” etc. I was ignoring him, but it irritated me so much that I had to get up from where I was sitting and walk away.
I’m 16 and I was walking (alone) south on 5th avenue (from 49th) and I saw two college aged boys. I saw that they began to follow me. One of them walked beside me and mirrored how I was walking, asked me my name and threw his arm around me. I didn’t say anything and sped up, but so did he. I got his arm off me but he wouldn’t stop following me. When he was in a cross walk trying to get me to go to a bar with him and I told him to leave, he did. I was shaken because that was the 3rd time today.
Yesterday I was walking to work around noon and saw a girl walking towards me past two older men who obviously said something to her. I saw her roll her eyes and the man began to yell at her things like “all you had to do was be nice and be thankful, I was just saying you were pretty” I was so mad and tired of the countless comments I felt like I had to stand up for her. I asked those guys if the sidewalk looked like a runway to them. They looked confused…I told them there is no reason she should be “thankful” they thought she was pretty. I told them she wasn’t a piece of meat walking down the road and their comments can be seen as really disrespectful. They then decided to yell back at me saying I was the one being disrespectful and I should mind my own business. Maybe I went too far, maybe I didn’t. But another uncomfortable girls business has become my own. I walked away and got a smile of triumph from another bystander who was a woman, and another young man smiled and told me “It’s okay, just ignore them” I know he had good intentions and he was trying to be nice, but I told him to try to put himself in our shoes and it happens every day. I think he might have understood where I was coming from a little more once I said that.
A guitar player on the train singled me out, and after singing me a song prominently displaying the lyrics “she’s a black man’s girl,” then proceeded to tell the whole train he would kiss me if someone guessed his next song. He then played a Bob Marley song, and was heading over to try to kiss me when I got off the train.
I grew up in NYC, got to H.S. everyday on the subway. It didn’t matter if it was winter with a coat on or summer feeling cute (for myself) with a summer dress on I’ve been followed, groped, cursed out, insulted, threatened and just plain ole sick of the streets of NYC that I moved to NJ!! I now sit in my car knowing I have a bottle of pepper spray in the pocket of my door because NY gave me such a complex. I feel bad for that guy who may make the mistake of acting like any of the random D***s that give all men a perverted impression to women. I think more women have an “encounters with the male species of NYC complex” worse than a “Daddy complex.” It gives you a complex I tell ya. I hope this movement makes an impact. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!
My 3 friends and I entered the SW subway station at Columbus circle at around 1 am on a Sunday night after a concert. We were immediately confronted by a man looking to enter the subway who said “you look like you’ve been shaking your asses all night, swipe me in.”
We looked down and kept walking. A friend had to fill her subway card, so we waiting by the teller booth for her. The man’s harassment escalated because we had ignored his request to swipe him in.
He started yelling “sluts, you’re all a bunch of sluts” over and over again.
After our friend finished with the teller, we walked as quickly as possible to the turnstiles. He ran up behind each of us, trying to get into the turnstile with us. During this process, he was screaming “you’re dirty cunts” over and over again.
Luckily, we got through the turnstile without his following and walked quickly through, but we could hear him yelling “cunts” all the way to the platform.