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A man asked me for money and I gave him what I had. Then he proceeded to sexually harass me. There after, every time I saw him on the street, he would call out to me and sexually harass me. Had to stop walking down this street.
Walking down this street when a carload of men hung out the car windows and shouted things at me that I couldn’t quite make out (good on ya, lads).
Guy in a truck with “goon squad” stickers demanded my attention by catcalling.
I stopped at a gas station to get gas and a a drink. I pumped gas, and then went inside. While I was walking through the pumps a car of men pulled up and started yelling at me, “Hey”. I continued to walk faster, “Hey, I’m *uc*ing taking to you with the nice a**!” By the time I made it in the store I was shaking and in tears, I waited for the car to leave before going back out. I was terrified. It’s broad daylight and they are yelling so loud, everyone could hear. This happens so often here in Arlington, TX that I don’t even want to leave my house. They’re not afraid for people to hear their verbal harassment, so what else are they capable of?
I had just gotten out of a community yoga class. I was sweaty and happy, proud of the work I’d just put in, and I slung my yoga mat over my back and started walking to my next destination. I had just finished crossing the street when it happened—I heard the electric sound of a car window rolling down to my left, saw the car start to pull forward out of my peripheral vision as it turned at the intersection, and then a sticky-sweet voice from the car yelled at me, “Your camel toe gets me randy.”
I’D LIKE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING, Mr. Catcall-Dandy! My response is here: plumsandthorns.blogspot.com
I am a European girl in the Dominican Republic. I have blond hair and every man in the street has to tell me something about it. Sometimes I am harassed by 20+ men on my way to work. It makes me crazy.
Major news this week at Hollaback! HQ! We released our new, redesigned, improved, so-easy-to-use, free app available for iPhone and Android. The app makes it even easier to share stories of street harassment any time and anywhere, and what’s even better, it allows users to create their own personalized “street harassment maps” and share it on social media. Isn’t that amazing?!
Another exciting thing happening this week is the start of our 2-week story sharing campaign. Stories shared during the campaign will be publicized in our storify and media outreach. As our friends at Bustle say: “It’s nice to know that if nobody on the street is sympathizing with me when I am catcalled, followed, or groped by a stranger, I can find a community of people online who are.“
So go for it, and share your story in the next ten days! The campaign ends on 9/23.
Also this week there was a great event happening at the Bluestockings Bookstore organized by the New York Women’s Foundation and moderated by Hollaback!’s Debjani Roy. An interesting conversation took place on ending sexual violence against women with Ellen Bravo, long-time feminist, activist and author of the new novel, Again and Again; Salamishah Tillet, of A Long Walk Home, and Ted Bunch, of A Call to Men.
Let’s see what has been happening at Hollaback! around the globe!
Hollaback! sites have been actively promoting the story sharing campaign, using #iHollaback on Twitter and Facebook, promoting the app and encouraging people to share stories and support those who have already shared theirs.
Hollaback! Croatia is collaborating with Code for Croatia creating the first Crime Map in Croatia. The data gathered concerns safety on streets and Hollaback! Croatia will be specifically working on street harassment of women and LGBT individuals. The map will be released by the end of the year.
That’s it for this week! Stay tuned for more exciting news next week and share your stories!
Holla and out!
I’m Brazilian, and I experienced this many times. Two years ago, when I was 15, I was at an elementary school party and I was talking to some friends, when a guy (who I didn’t know) suddenly hold me and asked me for a kiss. I refused, but he held me closer, tried to kiss me and whispered disgusting words in my ear. I felt really bad, and the girls who were with me didn’t do anything. Luckly, my mother called me to tell me she was on her way to pick me up.
BIG NEWS: Today Hollaback! has released a new app to share and map your stories of street harassment around the world. What’s more, with the new app, you can create your own, personalized maps of street harassment and share them on social media.
Ever had someone tell you that street harassment isn’t a big deal? Now, with a click of a button, you can show them what your daily commute really looks like! And, if you’re waiting for the bus and want to quickly send some love, you can read other Hollaback! user’s stories and let them know you’ve got their back.
In a world where street harassment is too often dismissed or thought of as not a big deal, sharing our stories and supporting one another is a meaningful way to make our voices heard and create change. With this app, you can do both in under five seconds – freeing up your time to make the revolution go down!
With that goal in mind, we’re launching a story sharing campaign on the app and online with #iHollaback for the next two weeks. Stories shared during the campaign will be publicized in our storify and media outreach. Join us from September 9th – 23rd, and let’s show the world how powerful story sharing can be!
This man made a funny comment with a smile showing his teeth on how my (women’s) tiny purse fit so many items while I searched inside mine. I smiled and replied politely. Just enough for later on he showed up and pressed my finger harder while I got water at the water fountain.
I looked him in the eyes with disapproval, so he patted my back a little too strong for a friendly funny “ok”. He was clearly not ok with my serious look and showed his frustration physically. Disgusting! This was Sep 7th at a nice music event, the Hoko Festival in Tucson, Az.