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A guy offered me a beer as I ran past in my running clothes. He was with a bunch of friends and looked drunk. This happened by my house.
Un homme m’a demndé si je sais où il y a un Resto. C’était dimanche donc il y avait pas grande chose ouverte, et personne dans la rue. Je l’ai indiqué un Resto pas loin, puis je l’ai souhaité poliment une bonne journée et je suis partie . Il a marché à côté de moi en silence pendant 5 ou 7 minutes. Je l’ai pas regardé. Enfin il est parti.
A man asked me if I knew where there was a restaurant. It was Sunday, so there wasn’t anything great open, and nobody in the street. I told him about about a restaurant nearby, then I politely wished him a good day and I left. He walked next to me in silence for about 5 or 7 minutes. I didn’t look at him. Finally, he left.
Dude stared at me and said some ridiculous shit :/
I was walking my dog around the apartment couple in which I live and two men were in their car smoking. I don’t know if they live here or not. As I passed their car they called out to me saying “hey, I want to fuck you.” And when I didn’t acknowledge them and kept walking, they yelled after me in graphic detail what they wanted to do to me.
Warmer weather WAS upon us at the Hollaback! HQ and the freezing cold torture WAS over, but unfortunately Mother Nature has other plans. We’re hopeful that Spring will grace us with its presence in time for our annual Anti Street Harassment Rally taking place in Washington Square Park on April 11th as part of International Anti Street Harassment Week! If you participated in HOLLA::Rev, you won’t want to miss this event. And if you missed HOLLA::rev, don’t miss the rally!
Earlier this week, our ED Emily May was featured in an article called “You Shouldn’t Have To Have A Female Driver: Uber’s Hiring Pledge Isn’t Enough.” The article raises the question on whether or not Uber cares about the safety of women using their cab services. Read the article and you decide. (Hint: it seems like they don’t.) Emily also spoke at Nassau Community College earlier this week for their anti-harassment week festivities.
Also in street harassment news, a big wag of the finger to TGIF. The restaurant chain received major backlash from activists earlier last week after they released a parody of a viral video about street harassment. Apparently, TGIF thought it was a good idea to replace the main actress in the viral video with a mozzarella stick and a potato skin. The end result? Basically men catcalling fried carbs and TGIF making fun of someone’s trauma. Not cool TGIF. Not cool.
Let’s see what the rest of our sites around the world have been up to…
Hollaback! Halifax site leader Rebecca Faria participated in a panel about women’s cultural leadership by the Music Liberatory, and joined a panel at St. Mary’s University called Mend The Gap, about barriers to leadership faced by women and girls.
Hollaback! Appalachian Ohio presented 4 1.5 hour workshops on rape culture, street harassment, and bystander intervention for 87 9th graders at Trimble High School. They also debuted the next phase of their Body Hair Acceptance Project on International Women’s Day.
Hollaback! Bangalore hosted a screening of Girl Rising; a global campaign for girls education with a panel at the end and lead a discussion on the importance of girl’s education in India.
Hollaback! Belfast walked with a lot of righteous women to celebrate women in the Rally to City Hall on International Women’s Day. They were also excited to hear that long time hollaback supporter Ellie Drake was running to be the next NUS-USI president. Awesome!
Hollaback! Bahamas Alicia Wallace met with coordinators for a new community centre set to launch in April about programming. She guest lectured in a sociology class at College of the Bahamas on street harassment. She also participated in Bahamas Sexual Health & Rights Association’s parenting seminar on talking to children about sex. And today they will be attending an all day digital rally, sharing ideas on how #YouthWill end #StreetHarassment. Hollaback! Bahamas is also running a two hour tweet chat (starting at 10am EST 3/20) on how we #ShareStories to debrief, heal, examine, report, and offer support.
Hollaback! Des Moines gave a keynote presentation at St. Cloud State University. That was part of their Women on Wednesday series that was called; “Hollaback! An Exploration of Identity and Street Harassment in the Age of Online Feminism.”
That’s all for this week! Holla out!
-the Hollaback! Team
I was walking back home from the train station and saw some construction workers installing a new window in one of the houses I was passing by. I looked at it to see what they were doing. When I had nearly passed them, one of the men ‘meowed’ at me. He literally meowed. Very loud. Like a cat. I guess that’s how ‘Catcalls’ got the meaning they have today. I didn’t react, because I had already had the worst day and knew I was going to cry and also because I was in a mixture of disgust, feeling strange and trying to figure out if that really just happened right now. Until this day I get upset about not going back and talking to the guy.
Antes, tenía que coger un bus y un tren para llegar al trabajo.
Cada vuelta, en el corto trayecto del bus al tren, pasaba por la Avenida de Colón. El portero de un edificio estaba siempre esperando en su portal, fuera, y siempre que pasaba por delante, que era inevitable, me soltaba un par de “piropos”. Hasta que un día, que ya había soportado a unos obreros en la misma calle, me planté y le dije que dejara de opinar sobre mi aspecto. Me respondió: ¿es que no te gusta que te digan guapa?
Previously, I had to catch a bus and a train to get to work.
Each time, in the short bus ride to the train, we passed through the Avenida de Colón. The doorman of a building was always waiting in the door, outside, and whenever he passed in front, it was inevitable, he let out a couple of “compliments”. Until one day, when I had already endured some workers in the street, I stood and told him to stop commenting on my appearance. He answered: do you not like being told that you’re pretty?
I was walking back home from the train station and noticed a man walking in front of me. It was dark already and I passed by him and saw another girl walking in front of me. I passed by her too, but slowed my pace a little, because I had a strange feeling and the girl had already turned around when I had walked behind her, so I thought: She might feel better if I don’t walk away.
As we were going on in the same direction I could here that the man started to talk to her to which the girl replied something like: “No,no,sorry…I don’t know…” repeatedly.
I could hear from 10 meters away that she was uncomfortable in this situation and just wanted the guy to go away, but as some of you might know situations like this – he kept on talking to her. I stopped on one corner to keep watching over her, but that’s when the situation ended and the man walked away. I could still see that the girl was a little confused so I went to see if everything was ok and I told her, that I had heard everything and walked slowly to make sure she wasn’t alone. She said the guy was really strange and I guess she was happy about the support.
I just regret not having turned around earlier to say something to address this!
I’m a 17 year old girl who has never, once in her life been cat called. I’d always thought that if it were to happen, I’d be able to respond quickly and sassy. It was a sunny day in San Diego, and my family and I had just finished eating at Anthony’s Fish Grotto. I was trailing a little behind because I was taking pictures and just enjoying the day. As we walked down the street, two middle aged guys came walking towards me. I didn’t really know what to do, and I assumed they were going to ask for directions or something of the sort. Still, it felt strange. I tried to step around them, but one sort of stepped in front of me. By this point, my family was pretty far ahead and I was panicked. One of them whistled and said “Hey gorgeous! How about I be your drunk tour guide in bed?” while the other one tired to swing his arm around me. I stepped back and walked quickly towards my parents while the other one told me to “Cheer up already.” They trailed behind me for a little while and actually followed until we entered the Mid Way Museum, when they finally left.
I didn’t really mention anything, because I was so confused and uncomfortable. I felt creeped out and all of a sudden my shorts felt way to short. I wore my jacket despite the heat and kept looking over my shoulder expecting them to show up again. I felt like some sort of piece of meat, and I hated being scared. I was so mad at myself for not saying anything and for running away. We are here in San Diego for another 6 days, and honestly, I don’t want to leave the hotel. I don’t want to wear swimsuits or shorts. I feel violated in some way and I don’t know if I’m being overdramatic but I’m 17 and they were old and it just felt gross. I just do not know what to do.
When I entered the town hall and proceeded to the waiting area, I passed a family including a guy in approximately his twenties. I didn’t get a good look but when I passed, I heard the typical clucking/chirping noise one gets from men trying to attract your attention. I tried to tell myself I was overreacting and not to judge so quickly.
When I was called up for my appointment I walked past the group again. I saw the guy approach me from the corner of my eye and he said something to me in a language I couldn’t understand. It was obviously offensive though, made so much more obvious by the fact that one of his female relatives said something to him which sounded like a shocked admonishment of what he had said (again: foreign language).
After my appointment, I had to walk past him a third time – this time already nervously anticipating another comment. He walked toward me again, however refrained from a comment this time.
I think many men probably cannot understand how frustrating even seemingly minor incidents like these are. I HATE when men say something obviously disgusting to me in a language I can’t understand. I KNOW what they most likely said, but feel like I lack the “proof” in order to be able to say something about it. Quite apart from the fact that I can never think of a good comeback fast enough.