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As part of Hollaback!’s campaign to end campus harassment, Rutgers University student Megan Pickarski, has shared with us her college harassment stories both on and off campus. And Hollaback! is going to share them with you in four installments all this week to give the masses a taste of what is a stark reality for college students.
Megan is majoring in Women and Gender Studies with a minor in Philosophy. She has a fearless passion for helping people and is dedicated to revealing the harassment that occurs on campus and on the street every day in New Brunswick.
Below is the first story from Megan Pickeraski’s series Men Who Whistle and Howl Like Dogs:
While at a house party with your friends, you decide to walk downstairs to the basement to grab a beer. On your way down, someone grabs your ass. You turn around to say something, but the basement’s too damn dark and crowded to make one person out from another.
Beer in hand, you make your way back up the stairs only to have your ass grabbed again. You turn around and this time find yourself face to face with two greasy muscle heads. They both smirk as one steps closer towards you, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Yo baby, we wer’ just tryin’ to be friendly,” he says as he looks you up and down.
You step forward and try to move through them, telling them to get the hell out of your way, but it’s like trying to move a mountain. The one on your right starts grabbing at you with his coarse hands, the other one stands back and commentates,
“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you. Don’t you.”
Your whole body clenches up in fear as you push yourself against the wall, trying to escape his desperate pawing. Fortunately, only about a minute goes by (although it feels like forever), before a friend comes bounding down the stairs and pulls you to safety.
The grease heads scurry away. You can hear them chuckle like two little school children as they head back downstairs to the basement. You sigh in relief, but leave the party with your friends feeling angry and violated.
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