unfortunately, i don’t have any photos to accompany this rant, but i hope that others are as pist off as i am.
it just occured to me this morning, on my way to work, that it’s really just men and not women who LURK outside.. they’re everywhere.. and they’re always just standing in doorways.. leaning against the building with their buddies.. languidly hanging out the passenger side window of the utility truck. and the reason they LURK is just to watch the ladies.
i’m so fucking fed up with it. this morning as i walked up to the store to get a goddamn cup of coffee, i had already heard the word “pussy” hissed at me from a truck. then i noticed two 40-year old men were LURKING, smoking cigarettes, and i felt their eyes on me for more than a casual glance. as i blatantly stared back at them, they didn’t have the courtesy to look away.. the one on the right was just watching my thighs move in my skirt.
i stopped and said “can i help you with something??” their faces fell and they said “no, no.” then, as i walked away, the one on the right regained his composure and hollered, “what can you help me with?”
what really really pisses me off is that, when i am in the company of any guy, it is as if these LURKERS disappear into the background. they don’t dare even look at me. it’s as though they have enough respect for the man i am with not to call out to “his girl,” but my being alone is an invitation to harass me.
i just got pepper spray, which is a slight comfort to me. i would only use it on someone who tries to physically assault me, so it really does nothing to stop this barrage of unwanted comments. i actually think about moving out of the city so i don’t have to deal with this.
Submitted by Audrey.
I could hear these two saying vulgar things and laughing as soon as they sat down.
Me: “What can I get you?”
Creep in the green hat: “How about you, sweetheart?”
So I gave them some of me – a big loogie at the bottom of their beers. Cheers, dickheads.
Submitted by Krystal.
Submitted by Jeanette.
Two of my friends and I were coming home from a night of bowling. My friend was driving, her cousin was in the front seat, and I was in back. We pulled up to a red light, laughing about something, and I casually glanced at the car next to us for a split second, where one of the guys in the backseat was pretty much drooling over us. I alerted my friends to this, and they looked over at them, this time to find everyone in the car staring at us. There were four of them, and they were big guys. They kept rolling down their windows and yelling stuff at us, but we ignored them. The light changed, and we drove on, thinking nothing of it.
So we stopped at the next light, and guess who pulled up beside us. We were right by where you needed to turn to get to my house, so I told her to just keep going straight because I didn’t want those idiots on a power trip knowing where I live. She kept going straight, and they stayed right next to us.
This went on for several minutes before she pulled out her cell phone and called her mom. They were still right next to us, and they started acting like they were going to run us off of the road. Her mom told her to call the police if they kept on us, and she said ok. We were in a 40mph zone, and she was doing 30. They stayed right next to us…you could tell they were totally getting off on it.
They eventually went away, and we had to go all the way through Beech Grove to get home.
Submitted by Amanda.
“How are you doing? Hot enough for you?”
I stop, turn around to him and say “Don’t mess with me today.”
“I’m not messing with you.”
I respond, “A lot of women don’t like it when men they don’t know approach
them. It’s very scary and it’s very rude.”
He nods his head and smiles. “Oh, okay. I’m sorry.”