Verbal

"Mmmmm, mmmm" is what you say when you look at ice cream, not ladies.

There is a construction project going on down the street from my job. Everyday at noon, when my lunch hour rolls around, the construction workers take their lunch hour. One side of the street is closed off due to the construction work being done, so they sit on the other side of the street. Anytime a woman walks by, these slugs feel it necessary to make disgusting noises like “Mmmmm, mmmm”, like they are enjoying a particularly tasty dessert. Then there’s always the ever popular disgusting comments such as “Mmmm. I’d like to tap that”. Let’s not forget the creepy sandwich method. This is when two or more losers move in really close when a woman is walking by so that she is either forced to brush up against these vile, disgusting animals, or twist sideways to avoid them.

Today I decided to try something new. Usually I either ignore them, walk three blocks out of my way to avoid them or tell them to go f themselves. I decided to call my dad thinking that maybe they would leave me alone if I was talking on the phone. Yeah, that might work. Of course it didn’t work, and of course my dad yelled at me that I was overreacting. I had to deal with noises including quacking, (what is that anyway), and space invasion and stupid comments. I had had enough. When I got back to my office I decided to call the number that was on the side of the scaffolding and report these losers. I’m still angry because even if you aren’t physically assaulted, it still feels like a violation, but at least I did something about it rather than just being angry.

Submitted by Tina

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public masturbation

Morning Rush Hour Masturbator

I ride the F train regularly. In the morning, there is a man who masturbates to unsuspecting women and girls. He takes advantage of the morning rush hour as well as the numerous nooks and stairwells of the East Broadway train station. I’ve been working up the courage to confront this guy for months and got to the point of staring him down which scares him away from me and I think the train station for a few days. This confirms my theory that his excitement is based on his victims being unaware of what he’s doing.

This morning on my way to work, I see him again. He approaches me (hand in his shorts) as I dig in my handbag for my iPhone. Finally I get it ready and snap his picture just as he’s near me. Unfortunately he ducked behind a stairwell. By the time I get the second shot it’s of his back as he calmly walked away.

Submitted by Jenny

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Assault, groping, Verbal

Jerk Tries to "Get His Umbrella On"

I have to start by applauding this website. I heard about this site on the CW11 evening news. I hope it lets women know that it is NOT their fault. I only wish I had someone to tell me that when this incident happened to me.

As many new yorkers know, the 6 train isn’t exactly the emptiest trains, especially during rush hour. On this specific morning, it was especially crowded. It was so crowded that something behind me was poking me on my butt. I turned around to see what it was and this bald headed man, wearing a shirt and tie was behind me, smiling as he held an umbrella to my butt. I made the mistake of maneuvering around to face him in hopes that he would be too embarrassed to be do something to me as I faced him. He decided to rub his umbrella on my crotch instead. While all this happened, my heart was leaping out of my chest and I kept thinking “I should scream, no, no one would believe me. They’ll say I shouldn’t have worn tight jeans. I can tell him to stop, but what if he has a weapon? But where could he go in this crowd? What if he hurts other people on this train? Who’s going to believe me over a man in a shirt and tie?” A few seconds later, the train rolled into 42nd street, a large number of people got off and I got a chance to sit in the seat right by the door. He got off too and as he passed me he said “sweet pussy” with a smile on his face. For a long time, I was very angry at myself for freezing. I was angry that I didn’t react, I was angry that I cried. Now, I’ll just share the story with everyone else – maybe it’ll better prepare anyone else this creep might try to get his umbrella on.

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Street harassment in the media

Would you Buy a Condo from this Man?

Leave it to our girl Heather to find the biggest shits in the hood. To read the full story, click here.

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Verbal

NewYorkShitty Tackles a Different Kind of Dog Log


To hear more about this man and his kissin’ and hissin’, click here.

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Verbal

Walking around the village a man shouted to me…

“Can I join your itty bitty titty committee?”

Submitted by Jackie

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Nonverbal Harassment

Perv 0, Me 1

I heard about Holla Back today, and thought it was an awesome idea. Like most women in NYC, I get my fair share of harassment on the street. However, I did not expect that, just hours after finding out about Holla Back, I would have an opportunity to stand up to a perv! I was walking to the train after work when some guy gives me the jerk off sign as he walks by me. I moved away from him, and he took offense that I was “too good” for him. Apparently he does not realize that everyone is too good to be subjected to that kind of treatment. One obstacle to standing up to these guys can be that the whole encounter is often over very quickly. By the time it fully registers, the guy is gone and you’re left feeling gross and powerless. But not this time. I stopped, pulled out my phone and started fumbling to turn on my camera. He stopped and waited to see what I was doing. I don’t know what he thought. I can’t imagine he believed that I wanted to get his number, but who knows with these guys! It was taking me forever to get my camera working, and he turned around to walk off just as I got my camera turned on. I followed him and yelled at him. He turned around, and SNAP, I took his picture. His response, “Bitch, I don’t care what you do!” But his voice betrayed him. It was obvious that he did care, and that he didn’t like it. The only down side to the story is that my adrenaline was so high that I didn’t remember to hit save, so I don’t have the photo. But the photo doesn’t matter. What matters is that I stood up to that guy, and I’m going to keep on doing it! Pervs, look out, this woman is done with your shit, and I’m not going to take it anymore!

Submitted by Kathryn

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Assault, Nonverbal Harassment

I prefer my horror films to have zombies, please.

I was on my way home from work in a skirt suit (occupational hazard), when Mr. Cool leans forward towards me, points at me, and slowly drags his fingers across his throat in a I’m-going-to-slice-your-neck-open kind of fashion. Stunned, I looked around and checked to make sure I didn’t just walk onto the set of a horror movie. No such luck.

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Verbal

Ooooh baby, tell me what harassment is again?

This man was following a woman downtown, saying she should go home with him so they could “do it all night long, yeah baby oooh.” He was faced away from me so I said “excuse me” and as he turned around I said “stop harassing women” and snapped this picture. As I walked away, he said, “That isn’t harassment. This is harassment.” I was faced away but two people walking in my direction gasped loudly, so I can only guess what he did. It felt great!

Submitted by Megan

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The Movement

Brooklyn Girls: It’s Time to Get Elected

At HollabackNYC, we’ve always had an affection for creating social change using unexpected means. (Who knew a cell phone camera could have such a dramatic effect on street harassment?)

Now, there’s a movement on the horizon to bring folks into the political fold through a little known political office called County Committee. There are 5000 of these seats across Brooklyn, and half of them are empty. To run, all you have to do is be a registered, voting Democrat living in Brooklyn over the age of 18. Oh, and you have to get about 20 -25 signatures from your neighbors.

Two rad, ambitious, change-loving, hip professionals named Matt Cowherd and Rachel Lauter started an organization called New Kings Democrats to help folks like you get elected and to bring the office of County Committee back from the grave.

To run, contact NewKingsDemocrats@gmail.com and tell them HollabackNYC sent you. If you are timid about the whole petitioning bit, email us and I’ll hold your hand as we go door to door in hopes of a better world.

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