Verbal


I have a passionate love affair with my neighborhood. I know most folks by face, if not by name, and and I’m addicted to the small town feeling that I’ve secured in big, big Brooklyn.

The other night I was walking home and some dude was standing outside of one of those odd private party club places. He said, “there’s a party in there, you should come in and dance with me.” I laughed warmly, looked over at the man that I didn’t recognize but assumed I’d met before at some point, and said “no thanks.”

As I made my way halfway down the block I heard “fucking bitch!” Not in my neighborhood, buddy. Choosing between the delightful options of this big city girl crushing his small town balls or snapping this picture, I decided to Hollaback.

Submitted by Emily

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Verbal

Longest Ride to the Second Floor, Ever.

This morning I got on an elevator with a female colleague on our way to a meeting. A man joined us and as the door closed said “You have beautiful eyes” in a very dirty voice. I said a muffled “thank you”, avoiding eye contact. He then had time to say “you’re pretty and “I want to talk to you” all in a very disturbing voice. He even said hello to my collegaue, and asked her to tell “her friend” that she had beautiful eyes.

I was only going to the 2nd floor but it felt like the 20th. After my colleague and I got off, I was utterly perturbed. I felt like he had violated me. Looking back, this would have been a perfect time to “hollaback”- I had my cellphone camera easily accessible in my pocket, and a good 30 seconds of captivity with him to get a good shot. But I was so mortified I didnt think of it- I wasn’t thinking at all. All I could do was stare ahead at the door, waiting for my floor, hoping he would stop. On one hand I am glad I wasn’t alone with him- god only knows what could have happened. On the other hand, it was embarrassing to be treated like that in front of a colleague, without defending myself or speaking out against what was happening to me. I fret that I may have lost her respect- or more, that he took my dignity from me in front of her.

I hope next time I will find the strength and the power to take action. To speak up and to hollaback.

Submitted by Kate

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Street harassment in the media, The Movement

The Subway Ads are Great, but they only go so far

This horrific story reminds us that without a trained and sensitive staff at the MTA, those beautiful subway ads that we worked so hard to get up are useless. The Subway Safety Coalition, of which HollabackNYC is a part of, will be drafting letters to the heads of the MTA, the transporation committees in the New York State Senate and Assembly, as well as to the Public Safety Committee in the City Council.

To do your part, send a letter to the editor of the Daily News at voicers@edit.nydailynews.com. Remember to include your full name, address and phone number.

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Uncategorized

SUV = Super Ugly Vultures


The driver called “Hey Sexy” and then pulled over in his SUV. He smiled for me when I asked if I could take his picture.

Submitted by Elizabeth

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Street harassment in the media, The Movement

HollabackNYC’s Crush #6


Scott Stringer. Not only did he just testify about this, he was also the brain behind the first ever survey of subway safety.

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Street harassment in the media, The Movement

Rumor has it the Subway Ads are Up!

Have you seen this?
We are collecting stories from women about whether or not these subway ads are effective. Have a story? A thought? Send it to us!

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The Movement

Take the Street Harassment Survey!

One of the problems with street harassment is that it has been so rarely researched and written about. I recently had brunch with Holly Kearl, who is currently writing a book about street harassment. Rock on girl.

Help her out by completing this quick online survey about street harassment:
https://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=2zNzxBfuyVVLMKcoXoEtjQ_3d_3d

The more folks who take it, the more accurate it is, the more that changes in the world. Hollaback survey-style!

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Street harassment in the media, The Movement

HollabackNYC wins an Award!

Hope you can join us to celebrate three great years.

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Verbal

Story from a Bike

I’m writing with a story that got me so mad, and I was so furious that I didn’t have any recourse. I’m glad to have found this blog.

I recently began riding a bike around in Brooklyn. I’m a violin teacher. I dress like a teacher, and had my instrument and a backpack, and was wearing a helmet.

I swear to god, as I was riding in the bike lane on Pacific Avenue in Prospect Heights, a truck driver literally BARKED at me. Repeatedly.

As traffic went forward, his truck got ahead of me. When I passed him again, he did it again. Barking? What the hell? I’m a teacher!!!!

I have felt angry about the “hey beautifuls” I get all the time, but this is absolutely outrageous. I seriously wanted to harm that guy. I didn’t have my phone out, or I would’ve done the photo thing. I could’ve gotten his license plate too. Next time, I will be prepared.

The weird thing is, my boyfriend, who is really sensitive and wonderful, has never heard most of these comments. He is still surprised when I tell him what someone just said to me. He believes me, but he just doesn’t hear them.

Thanks for listening. I hope we can pass more laws that will criminalize this behavior. It really sucks.

Submitted by Anonymous

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groping, Nonverbal Harassment, Stalking

Cairo Holla’s Back!

“I get harassed 100 times a day. I tried everything to stop it but it doesn’t stop. I wear loose clothes, I don’t wear make up, I spend more than an hour in front of the mirror everyday thinking of ways to hide my body. I walk home everyday. It only takes me 15 minutes, I cross the bridge. It is usually very loud and busy, but that does not stop men from approaching girls, any girl, good looking or bad looking, covered or not.

I remember so many scary harassments. There was this guy who followed me and suddenly grabbed my bottom in front of everyone. I screamed but he ran away and no one interfered. Once I was shopping with my father and aunt, and this guy kept staring at me and blowing me kisses. My dad shouted at him and started hitting him. I think men are doing this because they are jobless and have no manners.”

To read more stories from the women of Egypt, click here.

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