Story, verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: “It happens all the time”

I was standing outside of my friends’ car waiting for him to give me coins to put in the meter. I was leaning against the window, and a relatively large group (about 7 or 8) guys walk by. There was not a single one who didn’t holler at me. Some said “Damn baby!” While others made kissy noises or whistled. My friend was disgusted. He wanted to do something about it. The saddest part was, I told him to let it go, that it didn’t matter, because it happens all the time.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: Harassed by six separate men in the space of 150 feet

Harassed by six separate men in the space of 150 feet at the Hoboken main terminal. The first two called me “sexy” and then talked loudly to each other about “orgasming” on my shoes. The next four just randomly hollered things at me. A cop was in earshot but he didn’t do anything.

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nonverbal harassment, Story

Felix’s Story: Groped at a Tight Traffic Spot

I was walking down the street around 3AM on a Saturday night/Sunday morning and saw a group of three people approaching me in the opposite direction. I was wearing a leather jacket and a scarf over a mid length black dress and tights, and happened to be binding that evening as well. There was a tight traffic spot coming up on the sidewalk that required everyone to move around one another.

One of the men in the group slid his hand UNDERNEATH my scarf and over one side of my chest, seemingly trying to squeeze or grope at me. In hindsight the fact that my chest was completely compressed is a point relief despite the fact that I was still violated. As he passed and pulled his arm away he held onto my scarf for a moment, pulling at me. I stopped, totally shocked at what just happened and attempted to confront him. This was met with a fake apology and he quickly tried to tell me it was all a misconstrued accident. I was too shocked and oddly momentarily torn as to whether or not he was being genuine (this was a 10 second time frame) to say much more than a basic “what the fuck”. After this apology he began attempting to drunkenly flirt with the person he had just sexually assaulted while his friends walked on. I responded coldly and continued walking.

This shit is unacceptable, and I should have said more or reported it.

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racist, Story, verbal

Arlene’s Story: Just a casual encounter with ignorant people of NY

I’m a tiny Asian woman so I get racial and sexual comments all the time. Either “konichiwa” or “me so horny” or other super degrading bs like that. I was walking around 2pm in Bed Stuy and this guy mumbles as he walks by “I like chinas.” I stopped walking and dead panned stared at him. After telling him to F off I told him I was not Chinese and he got defensive of course. This was the second time I got racially cat called within a week. The last time some kid on a bike said “what you be? Chinese, Japanese..” I was tired and after telling him to F off he got super defensive and called me a midget. Then when I questioned him and said “well you were hitting on me” he said “ya because I want to fuck you in the behind.”

Just a casual encounter with ignorant people of NY.

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Story, verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: I am fifteen

I’m fifteen- I was walking around tanger outlets with my mother when I noticed a much older man was following and leering at me. I told him to go fuck himself.

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Story, verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: “Smile for me!”

Two guys were standing on a street near where I was walking. As I passed them one approached me, planting his feet and commanded “Smile for me!” When I kept walking, without smiling, he turned to his friend and loudly said, “…Okay, or I guess not!” I don’t owe a stranger a smile- I was running errands and was tired and kyats wanted to be left alone.

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Norah’s Story: Tugged and Grabbed on the Way to School

I wore a crop top today, not something I usually do, but it covered my stomach and thought I’d try it. One guy one the street tugged my arm while i was walking because I didn’t hear him to say that I looked “so damn sexy”, a guy grabbed my but on the subway, and this usually doesn’t get to me, but it did a lot today. I’m only 16 and when i got back to school i broke down. I don’t know why but I just felt gross after being shouted at and grabbed at. They’re are so many people on the street, so many of them women, I wish I would have worked up the nerve to say something, but it would have been nice if someone else had too.

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Christine’s Story: “Kindness is not an invitation to harassment!”

I was on my way to the grocery store today and I happened to walk by this auto-repair shop because I decided to take a slightly different route. As I approached the shop, a man who appeared to work here signaled to his coworkers in the garage to come outside. As I passed the establishment all the men proceeded to leer at me and make the usual unwelcome comments.

On my way home I took a different route to avoid the aforementioned vile men and was cat called again, this time on Nostrand near DeKalb. The truck driver parked his vehicle and yelled “Hey, where you going sexy??” To which I scolded, “Don’t be rude!” It was a bit satisfying to see his look of confusion.

Finally as I rounded the corner to my block, a man was crossing the street to enter the apartment next to mine and he says “Nice hair!” I smile at him because he wasn’t being rude, but then he decided to look me up and down and add “Hey sexy!” Kindness is not an invitation to harassment!

I was outside for a total of 20 minutes. This is utterly ridiculous. I cried when I got home because this happens every time (just different people). I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt (and that shouldn’t matter).

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Ginger’s Story: A Day Without Headphones

I was walking to my subway stop at about 10:00am on a Tuesday morning. Normally I wear headphones to drown out potential commenters, but I didn’t have them that day. While I was heading east towards Broadway on 52nd St, a man gave me the quick up-down and commented, “Lovely.” I scowled a bit, not terribly surprised and glad it wasn’t worse.

But then, when I turned onto Broadway, another man behind me started singing, “Take your panties off, take your panties off.” A moment later he said, “I’m right behind you, girl,” before whistling his new tune.

I didn’t react to the man or the comments. I just picked up my pace and tried to put an intersection between us.

Definitely won’t be forgetting those headphones in the future.

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nonverbal harassment, Story, verbal

Anne’s Story: Banana Peel

I left my office to mail a letter and was waiting to cross the street and a homeless man sitting on the corner with a sign asking for money threw a banana peel at me. I stepped out of the way to avoid it and he said “I meant to hit you in the face.”

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