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The Pimp of the Sea


Okey so i was at a ferry with me and one of my girlfriends, then this guy (what a loser) came up to me and sat down right next to me. im like, “excuse me?!”

He said, “hey wats up sexy ladies where you guys going to?”
i said, “somewhere away from you.”
He said, “why dont you go back to my crib, sit your booty on my bed where you can see the sea and you can roll on me like a wave.”

Then he said something about being the pimp of the sea so i started cracking up and thought i needed to take a picture of this guy for hollaback!

haha after we left his ass me and my girlfriend talked about the whole thing and had a good laugh about it. He was actually a real good looking guy but just had no game and no idea how to treat us ladies.

Submitted by Chi-Cheih

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Assault, Verbal

Hawaii: At Least the Palm Trees don’t Harass

In waikiki: Pointing to my midriff section, the guy on the left tells the two other boys to look: he says “I like whats going on down there” I pulled out my cam and asked these fine gentlemen if I could snap a pic. Obviously not very photogenic, they cant refuse. A third one comes up and asks if anyone can get me to stop smiling, its just too much for him.

submitted by Kristen.

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Stalking, Verbal

"Hey Ladies, Can we Come?"

East Village, Midnight
“Ladies, Can We Come?”
All three of us kept walking, just ignoring their pleas.
“Why can’t we come…Ladies?”
“Come on take us?”
I turned around and said,”You can’t come because we don’t know you.”
“Well get to know me.”
“I just want to let you know that when strange guys talk to girls on the street it makes us feel afraid.”
(guy on right) starts walking closer to us, in almost a whisper, “What? I just wanna get to know you.”
But if you wanna get to know us so badly, why didn’t you care when we just kept walking by?
- Tiffany, Lauren, Kirsten

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Stalking, Verbal

Assclowns in Frisco

So, I was walking from the bank near the corner of 4th and King, running morning errands and minding my own business. The pedestrian light starts turning red, and so, I make a run for it. Suddenly I hear, “Where you running to, beautiful?” Ugh. I snap pic 1 of him doing
his cruise walk. I pick up the pace, and my boyfriend calls through, yet this wanker won’t give up, as he keeps calling after me, asking, “Hey gorgeous, who you on the phone to?”

Suddenly I think: “Hollaback Moment!”

I hang up with my boyfriend, and when I look up, this guy is STANDING in front of me! I take a step back, hold my phone up and ask, “Can I take your picture?” He gets weird and starts mumbling about why I want to take his picture, but I say, in my sweetest voice, “I MUST take your picture, so I can remember you. You know?” He says his name is “Anie”(Thanks assclown!), and wants to see the pic. I take it (thanks again, assclown) and show him. He’s pleased with the way it looks.

But then, he won’t leave me alone. He follows me all the way back to my loft, offers me weed, cigarettes, and then says he wants to be my boyfriend(ugh!), and has now managed to get in the front door of my building, and won’t leave until I give him a hug.

I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to share this experience, and his pics :) Thanks Hollaback!

- Le Anne in San Francisco

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Assault, Verbal

Spread ‘em

So i’m at this bar Lolita (should have KNOWN better) at broome and allen streets in the lower east side. i go downstairs to find the bathroom and see three guys in line so i ask the guy closest to me if it’s a co-ed bathroom so i don’t waste my time waiting for the men’s room. He turns around, flashes a cool-aid smile and says “yeah, it’s moving pretty fast though baby”. i think to myself, okay nice happy guy. Of course i barely had that thought in my head for two minutes when he took the opportunity to destroy it. he turns around again and says “you can come in with me if you spread ‘em!!”. Before I could register the extremely high disgust factor of what he just said, he started going on and on about how good his “aim” was, which no matter how you slice it or even if you understand it, is beyond disturbing. BUT, I let him keep going just so i had time to reach for my phone and fumbled around in the dark for the camera option so i could take this asshole’s picture. Then i told him “no thanks, i’ll wait the extra few minutes” and I was about to snap him when he laughed and said “you’re not taking my picture are you….is this for one of thoooooose websites”. What I should have said was “what websites? one SUCH AS the amazing hollabacknyc.com where you can post up absolutely revolting comments that expose people like you, with your face to take the credit?” but instead I only got the back of his head when he was going into the bathroom. But considering what his face looked like, he’s lucky this is the shot going up.

- Phoebe

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Verbal

This Goddess Has a Problem


“What? I just called you a goddess, you got a problem with that?”

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Verbal

Dirty Old Men


As I’m walking down Broadway, the man on the left hisses “niccccccce.” I ignore him, when again I hear “niccccccccce.” I turn around to see if this old dude actually has the nerve to harass me. He lifts his cane, points it up and down my body, and with raised eyebrows repeats, “niccccccccccce.

Apparently for these two, wisdom doesn’t come with age.

- Asia

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Girl, you can take my picture everyday!

THE SCENE: Me, walking down Broadway between 178 and 179th streets on a 60 degree day in February, enjoying my lunch break. Mr. Man is heading my way with his buddy, and gives me an exaggerated look up and down.

Mr. Man: Yo baby, you’re gorgeous! I wanna hit that! Mmmmmmmmm…..
Me: (walking, walking, and then bam: 180) Sir, can I take your picture?
Mr. Man: Why do you want to take my picture?
Me: Because I’m taking pictures of everyone who thinks I’m pretty today.
Mr. Man: Girl, you can take my picture everyday!

The weirdest part was, as soon as I started talking to him I could sense that he wasn’t a kidnapper, rapist, or even really an asshole. He was just a confused guy with absolutely no lady skills. Still, if I hadn’t turned around for the HOLLABACK, I would have walked on feeling a little shaken and self-conscious. How I am supposed to know which are the nice guys and which just don’t get it?

Hollaback 1, Mr. Man 0.
Play better next time.

- Emily

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demonstration, Verbal

"Hollllaaaaa" right back at you!

Okay, so it’s not New York or even America but whatever, it still irritated the hell out of me. I am 13. I moved to Barcelona a few months ago from London and I have found the attention here to be a lot more blatant than in England. For example: The other day I was in the park going for a walk. I was strolling through, enjoying the sights as one does when a guy of about 25 walks past, stares at me and goes “Hollllaaaaa’. When I ignore him he goes “Hola, guapa!” (Hello beautiful) and WINKS at me. I walk faster and get away, feeling freaked out but glad I’m
safe. A few minutes later, I come across him again, this time sitting on a bench. At which point he ponts his middle finger at me, SUCKS IT and gives me the most lecherous stare I have ever seen. It was only after I’d got away that I realised I should have taken a picture. It wasn’t only the way he talked to me that bothered me, it was the fact that I am blatantly a 13 year old girl, and not going to screw him. I guess the fact that afterwards I felt like kicking his head in for treating me like an object didn’t bother him.

-Rebecca

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Updates to the Holla Shame!

Check out the new updates to our Holla Shame. Some of our recent favorites have just been added. Send any suggestions for other gems that should be added to hollabacknyc@gmail.com.

….and as always, keep the photos comin’!

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