Assault, Verbal

Oh SNAP!

Downtown Portland transit center- waiting for a bus to get out to the other side of town for a job interview. Guy walks up behind me, lets out a wolf whistle. Walks around in front of me and says: “Lady, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful ass? It’s beautiful, and so big!” (Mind you, I’m in pretty good shape, at 40-something. Not fat.) Having my ass scrutinized in public pissed me off. So I looked him in the face and said: “Not as big as the ass standing in front off me.” Complete shock on his face, and he walked off muttering.

Yup, I’m a bitch. And I don’t take it from anybody.

Submitted by Laura.

no comments 
Verbal

Street Harasser to Grandpa in 2.5 seconds

Walking down 8th avenue in Park Slope I hear him mutter, “Nice, very nice. Sexy lady” as he stares me up and down. I whipped around and holla’ed “What did you say?” He took a pregnant pause, “You’re a good girl. A good girl.”

Then, I shit you not, he pulls this out of his pocket and hands it to me:

The candy was sugar-free.

- Emily

no comments 
Verbal

"Are You Wet for Me?"


Submitted by Christine.

no comments 
Verbal

So NOT Necessary!

This douchequake made kissy noises at me after eyeing me up and down for about a full minute AND seeing my look of disgust.

Written by Brianna.

no comments 
Nonverbal Harassment

King Leer

My friend and I were waiting for a table a restaurant bar, chatting, as we so often do, about yacht rock, when we observed this repellent exhibit. He was giving us the Atomic Super-Leer, which is a leer that goes beyond Gross Ogle and crosses over into Aggressive Scrutiny, in terms of both perviness and duration (this one lasted a full five minutes). This dude’s leer was positively throbbing. A zombie-like sort of creepy entitlement oozed out of him, too, as though he didn’t realize he was actually out in public staring at actual humans rather than crouching in a fetishy sweat over his home computer porn-delivery system. At the same time, since it was obvious there was a porn flick playing in his tiny brain, he also conveyed a crushing sense of inferiority. Thanks, Jackass. May your quiet desperation cripple you for life.

Submitted by Twisty.

no comments 
Assault, Verbal

Toronto Harasser

Yonge Street at Carlton in Toronto, Canada, April 21, 2006.

Jerk in a hideous blue Ferrari with yellow flames yells out “Hey! Can I fuck you up the ass! Not you, the other one!” while he’s stopped at a red light. About three women were crossing the street at the time, one of whom was holding hands with her daughter, who looked about 9 years old. I went up to this sleaze-bag (he hadn’t been yelling at me), and told him I thought what he said was really rude, and that there was a little girl crossing the street. I asked him: “Is that how you talk to little girls, too?” He started rambling about having me arrested (what?), to which I of course repsonded that I would write down his license plate number and have him charged with sexual harassment. I turned to walk away as the light changed, and he said “I like your ass!” So, I spit on his car, and he responded by spraying a wimpy bit of spit at me. What a pig.

Written by Daya.

no comments 
Verbal

Another Reason To Hate SUV’s


Just seconds before this picture was taken, these men were hanging out of the window yelling lude comments. I was too busy digging my camera out of my purse to listen.

- Emily

no comments 
Verbal

Blond + Orange Won’t Work

46th and 9th Ave, this construction worker shouted at me “(kissy noise) blondie!”

Nice orange suit, dill-hole.

Submitted by Rachel.

no comments 
demonstration, flashing

I Always Go To the Graveyard to Pick Up Women, Don’t You?

Grad school, Eugene Oregon- cutting through the graveyard behind the library, trying to get back from class to chat the bus in time, so as to not have to pay my sitter extra. Wearing a backpack with probably 40 lbs of books in it. Bunch of frat boys knocking down 40s and sitting on gravestones, see me and start up with the catcalls. One of them pull down his sweats, and whips out his penis. “Betcha want some of _that_, doncha?” His buddies are laughing. I stopped looked at his penis, looked him in the face and said: “Isn’t that cute! Why, it’s just like a penis, only smaller!” and went on my way. No more catcalls, a couple of “Bitch…” as I passed them.

Submitted by Laura.

no comments 
Assault

Actions Have Consequences

This guy actually ran after me and took a picture of the back of my head with his camera phone wailing “now you can’t do anything!” But I already did it honey, I already did it. :)

Submitted by Kay.

no comments 
Page 1 of 212»
Powered by WordPress