I was walking out of the Papyrus store on 6th avenue between 49th and 50th when a man just walked by, grabbed my breast, and kept walking.
I have been thinking about this incident since it happened over a week ago. I was getting of at the Grand Street subway stop with my 10 year old (we had just spent a wonderful day together with friends in the park). We were headed to the Tenement Museum for a tour. As we exited the subway, I noticed a young man looking at me as he came down the stairs. I knew immediately (the way we all do) that he was going to say something to me. He approached me, (mind you, I am holding my son’s hand) stood in my way so that I had to stop, put his face directly in front of mine, and said “MILF”. How do I explain that to my son? I pushed passed him and walked away, when in reality I wanted to chase him down.
Sitting next to these two was a huge mistake. Not only did they smell of alcohol at 11am, they were harassing every woman that sat next to them – including the elderly woman that was sitting next to one of them in the attached photo. I took this photo when I moved away , but these two asked me perverted questions about my sexual preference and then berated me when I did not want to reply – insulting my intelligence and appearance.
I was walking alone at night on my way to a comedy event when a group of at least 6 males approached me walking in the opposite direction. The first one yelled out, “Hey beautiful! Beautiful! Hey!” When I didn’t respond how he wanted, like I normally do, he got annoyed. I would have told him off or at least let him know what he was doing was harassment, but I was too scared because there were so many of them.
The last man had a bouquet of flowers that I could see out of the corner of my eye — I don’t make eye contact in case they think that’s a sign I’m interested. There was construction on the sidewalk where he stopped, making me have to walk closer to him in order to get past.
“You want a flower, beautiful?” He asks while leering as I squeeze by him and continue walking.
“You’re fucking conceited, you know that?!” He yelled out as I continued on my way.
It’s been a long week and I just wanted to go for a run. As I’m ending my run, this asshole starts ringing his bell at me. I yelled at him. He wouldn’t go away. He followed me for a while. I started taking his photo and he turned his head. He ruined my day.
Guy followed me while I was walking, got out of his car and said “somebody is gonna kill you soon sweetheart”. Really terrifying late at night.
Sitting in the park, reading at 4:00 pm on a Sunday Afternoon. A man walks over and sits next to me on the bench. He starts talking at me…
“Why won’t you look at me?”
“You’re making me hard.”
“Mmmmm so good.”
I obviously left. I am in complete disbelief that a woman cannot even sit in a park for 10 minutes without being objectified. It’s 2016: COME ON PEOPLE!
A guy masturbated as he stood in front of me on the subway.
I witnessed a male following a woman and verbally harassing her as she walked down Grand Street around midnight. He impeded her from walking by blocking her. He continually grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. I approached the situation and asked if the woman knew him and she said no.
I told him “Why are you touching a woman you don’t know?” He responded by saying “You talkin crazy*” and putting his hands and cigarette in my face. I slapped his cigarette out of my face to defend myself.
*Apparently he finds it “crazy” that it’s not acceptable to touch strangers. By law, that’s assault.
In the meantime the women was able to get inside her apartment.
Two other bystanders came to support me and then he punched me in the eye and left before I was able to contact the police.
Walking down the street, a block or two from my subway stop in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn, a man approached me from behind and put his hand up my skirt, rubbing his fingers over my genitals through my underwear. I screamed and chased him, but he got away.
In hindsight, I wish I filed a police report, but I didn’t.
It was broad daylight, and there were many people around, though it wasn’t a crowd or throng. One man, a bystander, witnessed the incident and also tried to chase the man but to no avail. He came up to me afterwards and asked me if I was alright. I was too upset to respond appropriately to him or thank him, but bystanders, please know you are appreciated!
I can only hope that the fact that I screamed loudly at my assailant that he was a “fucking pervert” was some kind of deterrent :/