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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’m 70 years old and I still get harassing comments and looks. But I’m writing to you because I love the idea of Hollaback! I am a second wave feminist (with a listing in Barbara Love’s book “Feminists who Changed America, 1963-1975″) and around 1970-71 I organized the “Offensive Defense Unit” to fight against street harassment in New Haven CT. On one street the particular offenders were a barber shop and a fire station. We went in to confront the barber shop and the response was ridicule–nothing changed (and we think it was a mafia establishment) but we went to talk to the firemen and they were actually responsive in a good way. Ultimately we ended up also demonstrating in front of Mory’s, the Yale Club that was men only at that time–Yale didn’t accept women students until 1969. That was nearly 45 years ago. It’s shocking that nothing has changed in 45 years. Thanks for taking this on–its inspiring.
I am utterly fed up with street harassment in every way. I’m sick of both experiencing it firsthand, and seeing it happen EVERY DAY to other women (and young girls). It’s especially frustrating on my walk to work, to earn money that is heavily taxed for a government that is not doing enough to combat it. Hollaback! is absolutely brilliant- I look forward to the future!
10/13/14. Walking near Times Square I hear a man yelling repeatedly “hey shawty shawty hey hey!” I’m very petite & knew he was addressing me. I ignored him. He sped up till he was literally inches behind me and just walked “with” me licking his lips eyeing me up and down. Thought he would rob me so I pulled my purse closer. He then sped up again right next to me continuing to eye me and lick his lips. Gave him a dirty look and sped up he continued behind me another block yelling shawty and laughing.
Guy started talking to me and told me my dress was pretty. Then wanted to know if I like scallion pancakes. Then pointed out a restaurant where I could get such pancakes. I have not yet said anything to him so he asks me how my day is and I say alright and turn into the train station and he says oh you’re taking the train? I was going to walk with you. It’s night. I wanted to go home. Alone. Without some creep inviting himself to follow me around.
On my lunch break a man in his forties (estimate) wearing a sloppy tank and shorts and a fedora kept following me and shouting pick up lines/and general harassment. I kept moving away, and asked him to leave me alone several times but he persisted until I returned to work.
I was walking up 3rd Ave crossing 16th street when a man on a bike whistled and made sound effects toward me. I confronted him saying that wasn’t appropriate and realized he is a delivery guy for Mariella’s pizza (as advertised on his bike with the phone #). So I called the restaurant and asked to speak to the manager to inform him of how his delivery man treats woman walking on the street! It felt good!
today in the park a man on a bike selling pizza asked me if I wanted to get some, called me Mommy, love, honey and I told him no Thank you .so he got mad and drove away telling me bad names and putting his middle finger up
Was on the 4 going into Manhattan. The man sitting across from me was exposing himself and no one said a single thing about it. I was too scared to say anything cause he was a big person. Also, what good would it do besides put me in harm possibly? There were no officers I could report the situation to. When I, called the MTA hotline they werent helpful at all. The man made me feel defenseless. It was disgusting to have to endure this for an hour.