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Turned onto 36th St off 7th Ave and walked through a group of 3 men, all much taller than me. One jumps in front of me with his phone out saying something like “hey pretty lady smile for the camera.” I pushed past them, turned back, and the following exchange ensued:
Me: “That was incredibly rude.”
Him: “I’m not rude, you’re a diva.”
Me: “I’m not a diva. Just because you like how I look doesn’t give you the right to jump in front of me and try to take a picture of me. That’s rude.”
His friends stayed silent and he continued to yell at me about how I thought I was such hot shit as I entered a nearby building.
Later, leaving the building they were still there and he yelled at me again. I yelled back to fuck off and back off, and people nearby looked at me like I was the one in the wrong for responding like that.
It was the middle of a Saturday afternoon, broad daylight, and there were other people on the street who ignored the situation. It’s incredibly frustrating when the person harassing doesn’t seem to understand how they might be out of line, even when you try to explain to them. Made me feel incredibly helpless and angry.
Guy bumped into me on purpose when no one else was on the corner to try to start a fight. Yelled at me and used threatening posture when I yelled back. Tried to appeal to a guy nearby for help but he started yelling at me to calm down. Chelsea on a busy night and a million passersby didn’t try to stop it.
3PM on a Thursday: Walked up west side of Broadway b/t 27th St & 32nd St (Harold Sq). Counted 5 catcallers, one of which followed me 2 blocks until I confronted him. Between 29th & 30th St was esp bad – sort of a catcalling gauntlet.
I was on my way home from school. I was walking til I stopped near the bus stop. I was looking through my phone. Once I put my phone down, a car passed by. The driver said “my friend in the back wants your number.” He looks older than me. I am 17. I am a minor. The fact that minors get to be degraded as an object to have sex with needs to be addressed with legal enforcement now. The fact that I walked away is a blessing because it might amount to something worse.
It’s a beautiful sunny day and I’m in a tank top and yoga pants walking home from work. I’m 8 months pregnant, and there are a few guys hanging around outside a convenience store smoking. One of them yells, “Hey! You look gorgeous pregnant!” I turned around and said, “that’s kind of gross of you.” He totally flipped out and did the whole “WHAT? I’m complimenting you! What’s the matter with you? It’s not like I said you have a fat ass or nice tits.” Meanwhile, another man standing nearby had said “congrats, miss!” And I told the first guy, “no, that’s not a compliment because it doesn’t make me feel good–THIS guy just gave me a compliment, he said congratulations, which has nothing to do with making comments about my body.” The first guy finally said, “okay, if it offended you, I’m sorry, I hope you have a nice day.” The second guy was clearly pleased with himself for saying “the right thing” to me and totally backed me up while I schooled Guy #1 and his friends.
I wish I’d been more articulate in the moment, but basically, women’s bodies are NOT FOR COMMENTARY while walking down the street–doesn’t matter if we are pregnant, skinny, voluptuous, clothed, half-clothed, etc. JUST DON’T COMMENT ON WOMEN’S BODIES!!!
On my way home from work today (around 8:30PM),a man in dark clothing walking in the opposite direction began mirroring my movement as I walked down the block. I moved to the right so I wouldn’t run into him, and he, walking towards me, also moved to my right (his left). I then moved to the left, and he also moved to my left (his right). So clearly he was trying to corner me. Before I had time to react, he made his final step towards me, standing 6 inches apart. He was stood stiffly with his arms to his side, staring straight ahead as if I was just an obstacle in his path. He didn’t even say a word.
I was in such fear and shock at the moment that I had forgotten that I even had pepper spray on me; I felt absolutely defenseless. The only thing I did then was scream, “WHAT THE F**K!!!” I felt thankful that nothing else had come of it and he walked away right afterward. It is seriously a privilege to be left alone on the street – a privilege that most men in NY have, but women don’t.
This man ‘fell’ to the floor to look up my skirt. When I took his picture, someone proceed to tell me it was my fault because I was ‘a white trash bitch’.
I’m a female, just last week my girl and I were walking down main st flushing. I’m holding her waist and what not and these 3 men are walking our direction. The man in front leans over towards my girl and says
….. “Hey baby let me get some popcorn” , she tells him to “stfu” and we keep walking. So in that second I let go of her and tell him to “show some respect” and this happens
He: “wtf shut up I wasn’t talking to you”
Me: “idc don’t disrespect her , she’s a woman”
He: he starts laughing “yo shut up B**ch , you and your beat up shoes. You over here tryna act like a man. It was just a compliment.”
Me: “you think you’re a man , over here disrespecting a woman. You ain’t
At that moment I’m so heated up that I turn around, grab my girl and start walking away. As I’m walking away he keeps and talking and the other 2 men join him and one of them says “Go home and put on a dress, you’re a woman”……….
I frequently drive home very late after work and find street parking. I had parked and was walking alone along 3rd Ave, then my block, at about 1am Monday. A man yelled to me from the corner to get my attention and indicated he wanted to “talk.” I looked back but kept walking, as I didn’t want to engage. He chased me up the block and yelled, “I just want to talk. You’re so beautiful.” I said, “Leave me alone, stop following me.” “But you’re so beautiful!” Etc ad nauseam. I ran into my building.
A man in a suit in a Mercedes drove slowly along next to me as I walked up 10th Street from 3rd Avenue to the F train. I was dressed professionally and in heels since I was on my way to a job interview. He told me I looked amazing and asked me to get coffee. I said, “No thanks,” and kept walking. He persisted, all the way up the block: “How about dinner?” “No.” “Can I have your phone number?” “Again, no.” No amount of saying “no” could shut him down. I had to race to the station to lose him.