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I was standing on line at the post office when I notice this creep ogling me. When I didn’t respond to his blatant ogling, he apparently took it as a sign to take it a step further. He leaned creepily close to me and whispered “Hey, little girl… little girl, you look good…” (Mind you I am a grown 20 year old who had half a mind to kick his ass, slap some stamps to his disgusting head, and send him to the nearby dump where I’m sure he would fit right in.) Luckily the line moved forward right as I yelled “Are you fucking kidding me?” I can’t seem to go anywhere without some creep lurking around… and now they’re at the post office too!
Submitted by Cathy
A 21-year-old Harris County woman filed a $200,000 lawsuit against American Airlines alleging employees on a flight to Los Angeles from Dallas/Fort Worth Airport failed to protect her while she slept from another passenger who masturbated to her and ejaculated in her hair, according to a lawsuit she filed last week in Tarrant County.
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My friend had breastcancer surgery and wore a prosthesis under her bra before she could have the reconstructive surgery. She passed a building site and some of the builders shouted at her, hey love, show us your tits! My friend stopped, turned, grinned at them, then reached inside her bra, took the prosthesis out and waved it at them! She told me the look on their faces was a joy to be seen. I bet they’ll never shout at a woman again!
Submitted by Rena (from Scotland)
I took the Peter Pan Bus from Port Authority to Providence on Monday, Feb 25 at 8:00pm. The man across the aisle from me got pretty chatty right away, and I was friendly toward him until he started annoying me and I put in my headphones and stopped paying attention. I could feel him staring at me for most of the ride, but I didn’t want to encourage him, so I kept my eyes on the road outside. After a couple of hours (and after ignoring several attempts on his part to get my attention) I got fed up and turned to look at him, hoping he’d leave me the fuck alone. No such luck.
He had his dick out of his pants and was openly jerking off – while staring at me. I froze, turned away, looked back out the window; when I glanced back he was pretending to sleep. I sat there for a few minutes trying to will the bus to get to the city quickly, trying to figure out what I should do, and finally I gathered my things and stood up to move toward the front of the bus. He sat up, said “Oh, are we there?” and pulled his dick out and got back to work, this time with eye contact. I don’t remember what I said – probably “Oh my god” – before I found a new seat.
I called my best friend & kept him on the phone til I was in a cab on my way home. I felt so ashamed that I hadn’t made a scene – I was so shocked that I just sat there, frozen. I didn’t know what to do.
The worst part is: this guy is from my town & I have to take the city bus with him every single evening. Last night I talked to the bus driver & supervisor & they’re going to help me do something.
Submitted by Amelia from Providence, RI
Submitted by Yvonne
I was driving with my daughter when we got to a red light. We notice a truck backing up (with cars behind him) and stops so our car windows meet. It was hot out so our windows were down, and he yells to get our attention. Now he had a boy sitting next to him who looked to be no older than 12. As he catcalls us, I am shocked, but my daughter always quick to think, exchanges a few words with him.
Jerk: Hey mamis, how about you say we go and double date right now, in my pants.
My Daughter: In your dreams perv.
Jerk: What you to good for me? Am I not your type.
Daughter: NO! We don’t date assholes…and you aren’t worth our time.
By then the light changes and we go off, but I remember how horrible that can make you feel, as I am usually with my husband and don’t have to deal with that, but my 16 year old daughter does, who looks younger than she is. She tells me things like that happen to her daily, and it makes me so angry that she can’t go through a day without feeling disrespected. Also the poor boy sitting next to that man (probably his dad) will just learn from him to disrespect women too. It’s unfortunate theres nothing more we can do, but I am so proud of my daughter for speaking up and I encourage every women to do the same, so we can put these assholes in their place!
Submitted by S.
If you haven’t heard already, Bloomberg’s “Digital 911″ is set to launch this summer. Digital 911 is a new initiative on the part of the city to catch offenders using cell phones photos and video. To our knowledge, New York is the first city to step up to the plate and catch offenders Hollaback-style.
When the program officially launches, we’ll provide a link to make it easy for those of you that are interested in pressing charges on your perv. In the meantime, check out the details in Bloomberg’s “State of the City.”
I was out walking my dog around 10:00AM on 88th Street betwwen Atlantic avenue and 95th Avenue in Queens (London Planetree Park) when a man pulled up in a Dodge Durango, he made a comment about the way I looked and he asked me if I had a name.
He wanted me to get into his car and I don’t think he noticed my dog. When I asked him if he was “f**king crazy” and I went to get his plate # he sped off. I stopped a police cruiser and told them about the man and the plate number. I am sure the cops dismissed my complaint. I am sure this happens a lot and women just brush it off but I didn’t feel safe. I don’t know how far it would have gone if this happened at night.
Submitted by Cicely
I am a 17 year old female, and every day twice a day I am verbally harassed on my way to and from school. Every day i numb myself to this abuse because I have to. But today, at around 3:30 pm, I was walking down East Houston Street around Avenue D on my way to the subway. As I walked I got the usual stares from men who were checking out my body, but as I kept walking I could sense someone was following me. On instinct i grabbed my bag closer to me thinking he’d rip it off me. Instead he came up behind me, slapped his hand to my ass, squeezed and grabbed it as hard as he could, and then sped off running. No one saw. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t say anything. In a split second I was violated and left there feeling disgusted with myself, crying by myself on the street. i dont deserve this treatment, WE dont deserve this!!!!
Submitted by Alissa
Well, this is about 30 yrs too late to be covered under the new law, but it was a supreme case of harassment. And nowadays, I’d probably be cited.
I was pregnant with my son at the time taking my alcoholic aunt who had a massive hangover into Manhattan to work. We were at the Borough Hall Station waiting for the train when I had this feeling behind me. Sure as hell, there was this moronic creep exposing and stroking his personals.
My profession at the time was a dancer in the wild and wooly world of topless/bottomless, so this was not a new sight. However, due to the dangerous times we lived in then, before the city got glitzified , to this end I used to carry a small can of red spray paint, along with a few other necessities to ward off overly confident morons who might follow me home after work. Reaching into my coat pocket, I turned around and sprayed this clown’s action, chased him down the platform screaming at him as he jumped on a train going the other way.
The T.A. guy thought it was hilarious, but warned me not to do that again as I might get hurt in response. I was so freaking pissed off. I used the spray paint as it was a good way to identify predators and a bitch to get off or explain. The City was so much more fun then. I miss it.
Submitted by M