5 ft. 3 inches … and a DOORMAN! Girls, run don’t walk this one’s a catch!
Don’t misunderstand, I have respect for anyone who takes pride in their work, but
I have no issues disrespecting someone who attempted to humiliate me and my freedom.
I see this rather brave gentlemen every day on Hudson street between 12th and 11th st. I’ve seen him opening car doors, as pictured (he’s looking at me btw), helping children along and holding the door for women. Kissing up to older men. Doesn’t seem to have any issues doing that.
One day he was cleaning the front area. I had been walking towards him while he was greeting residents. Somehow he must have known when I approached and of course chose to make his move when everyone else cleared out. (see brave comment above).
He turned around quickly, (pivoting on his little feet at his age – so thrilling) spinning on one foot and shoved his face into mine and started to suck his lips. (see Kissing up to older men comment above).
Good thing I don’t live in the building, but then again, brown people like myself are only for objectification, not for having doors opened for us or the right to walk down the street without being treated like a sex object.
Submitted by Lisa
Two “workers” were slobbering during feeding time in their van parked on East 8th st. in Greenwich Village, today, April 17, 2008. As they shoveled food into their mouths they catcalled several ladies walking by, several of which looked 16.
When I walked by they held down their horn (while slobbering) which startled me, of course a cat call for me wouldn’t do since my brown skin makes me inferior.
The look on their faces tells a lot about them, dumb and dumber and desperate.
UPDATE: I sent a certified mail to the management office of the building and they were not very nice and said there must be a mistake and made excuses for the doorman. He seems to have gotten the message however because he looks away when I walk by – as uncomfortable as it is for me.
NOTE: Julia, who had a similar experience, wrote in with her hollaback: “Since they were stupid enough to harass me in front of their work truck, I noted the business name, called the business, and informed them of what their employees were doing. The employer was extremely nice and very concerned that their employees were doing that. I was told they would be dealt with and was invited to call back the next day so I would know how they were dealt with. It was nice to say my piece – and in this litigious age, I think most employers realize they could get in trouble by their employees behavior and take the appropriate action to correct it.”
I was walking up Hudson at 9:00am this morning wearing a long green bulky overcoat. I guess my mistake was wearing my hair down. I find the “street rules” rather unfair to women of color – I knew it was going to be warm and while there would be caucasian skinned women in their workout clothes walking on in silence (yes it occurs, not nearly as much) as there was in front of me, I would be a target because of my dark hair and skin – and here it goes:
While walking I hear, rather sweetly, “poo see” “poo see” slowly and surely it sinks in. He’s calling me Pussy in a gentle tone without any look of cynacism on his face while driving slowly towards a stop light in front of him.
Normally I’m paralyzed and afraid but I turned and faced him. He looked scared and kind of dumb founded – or maybe that’s just his regular face and rolled up his window as I faced him and his car staring directly at him.
Normally I scream back and hold up my middle finger, or I walk on scared but I have never been approached in this way – usually there is some sort of opener.
Why does this man think calling me a slang term of an area he was born from is okay? What would labeling me a slang genital area do for him, I don’t understand. He was in a business suit.
Submitted by Lisa
The cops caught this man masturbating on the 6 train this week. It was his 53rd offense, 29 of which involved sexual abuse on the subway. We can’t help but to wonder how many times he wasn’t caught. To read more, click here.
First it was “Nice ass”
Then it was “Hey, pretty hair lady!” Over and over.
And last, but hardly least, I was greeted on Marcy Avenue with:
You have a fat (phat?) pussy.
It took a few seconds for the utter nastiness of this comment to register. When it did, I turned around, shot a picture of him. I also shot him the finger. How said chap could see my “fat/phat pussy” through my baggy jeans is anyone’s guess. Maybe he has X-ray vision like Superman?
Submitted by Miss H
I was standing on line at the post office when I notice this creep ogling me. When I didn’t respond to his blatant ogling, he apparently took it as a sign to take it a step further. He leaned creepily close to me and whispered “Hey, little girl… little girl, you look good…” (Mind you I am a grown 20 year old who had half a mind to kick his ass, slap some stamps to his disgusting head, and send him to the nearby dump where I’m sure he would fit right in.) Luckily the line moved forward right as I yelled “Are you fucking kidding me?” I can’t seem to go anywhere without some creep lurking around… and now they’re at the post office too!
Submitted by Cathy