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I was walking by Balcony Bar minding my own business when a creepy, dirty man (about 48-49 years old) wearing a blue bandana around his head says to me “beautiful body.” I stopped, turned around and said “please don’t say that, I don’t appreciate it.” He then went on to call me a “fuckin bitch.” Thankfully I was in a public space because this man looked like he could’ve gotten physically violent. It’s definitely something to be aware of when fighting against this verbal abuse. The man was drinking and looked like he was intoxicated, which could’ve elevated the situation.
This week at HQ we’ve been busy with lots of internal planning and celebrating. As we say goodbye, we want to say a huge thank you and good luck to our HeartMob intern Eunie. This week, we’re also welcoming Natasha as our new IREX fellow! On top of that we celebrated Program Assistant Rachel’s birthday, and we’re eagerly awaiting Program Associate Jae’s return on Monday! Looking to the future, we’re busy with strategic planning and our search for fall interns. With the
way everything’s shaping up we’re setting ourselves up for an awesome Fiscal Year.
Around the world, Hollaback! teams are staying busy and keeping up the energy…
Hollaback! Las Vegas‘ youth volunteers are coming back from summer vacation this week for their first meeting of the year. They will be breaking into committees to start working on the actions planned for the fall, including the first issue of their zine!
Hollaback! Ottawa is marching in the Dyke March and Capital Pride this weekend.
Thanks to everyone for heating up the revolution! Keep up the good work.
Holla and out.
It was a gorgeous day and I was driving to work with my windows open and stopped at an intersection. I was just eating an ice cream bar I had just purchased at 711 when a guy driving a minivan next to me yells “I wanna bite!” I yell back “f*ck off you f*cking weirdo!” and start to roll up my window. But then I think “no damn it! I was enjoying the nice weather and opened my window back down and turned up my music. I’m not going to let some creeper ruin my day!
I’m a server, at a small family owned restaurant. I love it, but the hours are so crazy sometimes. I typically get out after midnight. This night in particular I had to stop by Kroger on the way home to grab some tampons and groceries. No big deal. But as I was walking down the bread isle, some guy crosses my path and doubles back. He’s around my age. Frat guy looking. And I’m thinking “okay here we go.” So he keeps pace behind me. Doesn’t say anything. So I’m like “well maybe he’s forgotten something ahead and I’m being paranoid.” No. He follows me down several isles. He pretends to look at things as I continue to shop. He hasn’t even picked anything up. He doesn’t have a cart or a basket. So I start to get weirded out. Then I guess he musters up the courage to talk to me, so he says “having a good night, darlin?” And it’s so freaking creepy. He’s not even making eye contact with me, just staring at my body like I’m meat on the grill. So I’m like “I was, creep.” And I turn and walk away. This I guess, pisses him off. So he follows me in a huff and I can hear him muttering to him self “bitch” so I decide, ‘you know, I really need a giant box of tampons and pads.’ So I turn down the feminine hygiene isle. I guess he realizes where he is, and is disgusted, so he turns around and leaves. I made sure I had a manager walk me to my car. Thank god for tampons.
In case you missed it, Alicia Keys spoke up this week about changing the way she dresses to feel safer on the street. Executive Director Emily May appeared on WPIX to remind the public that “What’s unique about this isn’t that she changed her clothes; it’s that she’s speaking up and speaking out…” According to our research with Cornell, 66% of women changed their clothes due to fear of harassment.
Around the world, Hollaback! site leaders keep encouraging conversations:
Keep making and surfing those waves! Holla and out!
I was on the subway with my father, and a man sitting across from me kept looking back and forth between me and his phone, and when he thought i wasn’t looking i saw him fumbling with it, i think he was trying to take a picture of me, and whenever his eyes met mine he’d smirk at me. A few minutes after i first noticed his creepy behavior, i saw him out of the corner of my eye rubbing his crotch through his pants. throughout the ride i saw him staring at other women.
I’m just sitting at a red light, first car in line, minding my own business. This runner stops across the intersection from me and locks eyes with me and starts staring me down. He puts his hand in his shorts and starts masturbating, never breaking eye contact. So I took a picture, because at the very least, I have proof. But when I did that, he slowly took his hand out of his pants, raises his hands over his head, beamed from ear to ear, let out a delighted whoop, and ran off in the opposite direction. Creeper.
Today I was walking with my friend trying to get to the subway when a male passed me and told me I shouldn’t look so angry anymore. I was annoyed by the comment but let it go and put some distance between us. Sadly him and his group of friends stopped and I had to pass them again. I guess one of his friends made a comment about me and the original male said aloud that “I just told her about herself”. I know I shouldn’t have but I snapped and told him to f*** himself. Something about him thinking I needed to listen to a stranger on the street really got to me. I regretted saying anything tho because as I made my way to the train I got scared that he was following me and that him and his friend would try and hurt my friend and me. I hate that I let him gain power over me. I feel like he won.
This week at HQ has gone by so quickly! We participated in Breakthrough’s #ChatBreak to talk about campus culture and sexual violence. Find more about our research on sexual harassment on college campuses on this page. On top of that, Executive Director Emily May and Hollaback!’s decentralized leadership model were featured by Mobilisation Lab. Now here’s what’s going on across the Holla-verse:
Hollaback! Panama had their launch party featuring performance artists and gallery art! Great job engaging your community and kicking things off with a bang!
Hollaback! Ottawa tabled at ladies night at the Comic Book Shoppe. Great work getting out in your community and having important conversations, team!
We can’t wait to see what our sites have in store for next week. Until then,
Holla and out!
I am an avid yogi and I work hard to make it to yoga class every day with my busy schedule. I was so excited when I moved into the city within walking distance from my yoga studio. I usually walk the 5 minutes to class then walk home when it’s over, still in my yoga clothes. Apparently me wearing yoga pants is an invitation for men to comment on my most blessed attributes. Two days ago I was walking home from class when about 3 blocks from my house a white car drove up next to me, rolled down the side window and said “damn girl look at that ass”. I ignored them as I always do… the car drove down the block, turned around at the round about and rolled past me again, “ASS all day!”. He did this turn around/drive-by and yell thing about 6 times before I ended up running the last block home. I hid in the alley behind my house so that he wouldn’t be able to tell where I live and I cried. I now drive the 7 blocks to my yoga studio everyday out of fear that the same man or someone else might take it even further than that.