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This dude on a bike who I didn’t know kept following me and saying he liked me. Ugggghhhhh. I felt creeped out enough to get my self defense keychain out.
Hollaback! Polksa has released an amazing video on street harassment!
During Anti-Street Hassment Week, Hollaback! Polska asked people on the streets of Poland how they had been harassed and asked their reasons to Hollaback! They’ve compiled the answers to that survey here!
Check out their video here
I was sitting on the patio of a popular local cafe when I noticed a well dressed man sitting in the corner who appeared to be talking to himself . After a while, I noticed that he was making comments about all of the girls that walked past him, ex “hey let me talk to you a minute,” law she just mad cuz she can’t handle me,” and the like. It was creepy and made me feel uncomfortable and unsafe. I decided to move inside the cafe to avoid having to listen to him.
I was on one of my many runs in preparation for the 10k that I will be running in a couple weeks, and a guy walking past me looked me up and down and said something like, “hey how you doing girl.” Honestly, I told him to ‘f-off.’ Perhaps swearing isn’t the best strategy, but I was really put off by the experience. Whenever I am cat-called, I automatically feel uncomfortable and potentially unsafe. Whether I am wearing a short skirt or sweaty work out clothes, that behavior is unacceptable.
“Hey you ladies lookin’ sexy tonight,” said a pair of men to my friend and I as we sat on her suitcase waiting for the bus. They called me a bitch when I told them not to speak to me like that.
“Nice dress. Take it off.” …seriously?!
Here the news from the movement this week:
Here at the Mothership, Deputy Director Debjani did a great interview with HuffPostLive this week on the subject of street harassment an safety on public transit. Check her out live in studio!
Hollaback! Ottawa is on a serious roll this week! Ottawa hollas hosted a forum on public transit safety called Talking Back! The event was covered by Metro News, CTV News, and CBC Radio! WOW! Check out these awesome photos from the event and The Julie’s CTV Ottawa Morning Live interview on youtube:
Hollaback! Hamilton is looking to fill several positions on their team. They are looking for a Graphic Design Coordinator, a Legal Coordinator, and two Social Media/Communications Coordinators. Spread the word!
Hollaback! Berlin’s site leader Julia is in a documentary that will be released this weekend. Check her out!
Hollaback! Sheffield just launched their photo campaign! Check out the awesome photos they collected. If you want to be a part of their project, email your photos to [email protected] or upload them to Sheffield’s twitter or facebook.
Hollaback! Boston interviewed producer, blogger and marathoner Alex for this week’s edition of the “Introducing” series. In another post, site leader Britni makes some intriguing points about the subjectivity of individual experience and how what we as individuals think constitutes street harassment may vary from person to person.
Hollaback! Philly published a new piece by guest blogger Lula Lisbon called “I Might Have a Nice Ass, But You’re Still an Asshole.” Also, Hollaback! Philly is proud to announce the much anticipated release of their street harassment comic book! Hollas will be attending the Philadelphia Wizard Con at the end of the month.
I live in a block of units next to what seems to be an elderly couple, and more than a handful of times, I have noticed both the husband and wife have peered into my window to look at me, whether it be while I’m on the phone, to undressing.
My housemate decided to put a sign on my window saying “STOP LOOKING AT ME” when he noticed I was getting quite anxious about going into my room (even after closing my curtains, there’s still a small gap you can see through).
We got a call from the real estate, saying he complained about the sign (which proves my point that he’s been looking into my window), and said that if we don’t remove it, he will put a more vulgar, abusive sign as retaliation, so we removed the sign. I had to then explain to my real estate agent what happened, and all she said in response was empathetic, because she admitted her neighbour stalked her once, but she said “they probably have nothing better to do with their time”.
I used to be really into running but don’t do so as much any more- over the years I have had countless incidents of whistles, shouted comments about my body and yells from cars going past when I’m just trying to exercise.
Anyway one particular incident happened in my small village when I was fifteen, I’m eighteen now.
I had just finished a run and decided to check out the Abbey in my village before heading home- the entrance to which is manned by an older gentleman. As I walked in I called into his little shed if it was okay for me to go in, just in case I needed to pay. He could have just said “yes” from where he was but he walked out, looked me up and down very obviously and commented “looking like that sweetheart, you can go anywhere you want” and stared at my chest openly. I was sweaty, tired and only fifteen years old and was totally shocked and embarrassed- also acutely aware that though I was not isolated (a few steps would bring me back onto the street) I felt very intimidated and threatened. I think it was very clear that I was not even the age of consent, not that it would make it justifiable, whilst he was at least sixty and I didn’t let him away with it. He got introduced to my middle finger and told his comments were not welcome but I was very shaken by it and ran home fast. Think I started running at about thirteen and even then I got toots from cars and yells which unsettled me, especially due to my age and that where I live is mostly country lanes I run down on my own.