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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.
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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
“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.”
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Ok. I was on the #5 out of the city of course during rush hour today. The train was late… late and really crowded. It was such a beautiful day and I had a really nice new skirt on because I met a potential bf for lunch. Oh wait I’m 16 and doing an internship by grand central … so I’m used to business guys bumping me and perving on me. No biggie. This was way over the edge.
So I’m getting on the train and I see this guy like REALLY staring at me in a scary kind of way. No biggie. I get on. I am almost one of the last to get on and this guy literally pushes in right behind me. There was NO where to go. NO big deal. Well he’s behind me and I feel him pushing his crotch against me. I try to move but I can’t. I’m like 5’2″ and this guy was big. Now I can actually feel his dick getting hard on the back of my skirt so I elbow him!! No reaction. HE was like an animal. So I try to move away again and there is no way. NO one noticed either.
This is the worst part. He gets up like with his grill right in my ear and is like, “MMM BAbby u smell so good.” AND he smelled SOOO bad. I was sooo scared I think I would have fell down if he wasn’t jammed up on my back. They called the stop and then he really started jamming his thing on me. I am small so I felt it all the way from my ass to like half way up my back. Right before we got to the stop he was all in my ear like, “You like it you little bitch.” Then we stopped and he like basically ran off the train with a ton of other people. I was so scared and the great new skirt I had had fucking cum all over the back of it and there was gross smelly spit in my hair. I was soo pissed and trembling I felt like I got raped.
I just want share because I know this probably wasn’t his first time on this train and I think he is going to like rape somebody. I he was like 6 feet and pretty big guy maybe like 30. I was too scared to take his picture. Sorry this was so long but I was horrified and I am never taking that train alone again. I will kill that scumbag if I ever see him again.
Submitted by Anonymous
On Monday, I was on the F train going to 23rd Street today when I saw this weirdo. This middle age man in his 40’s wearing glasses, white shirt and cap with a belly was on my train looking at me and jerking off. I had been sitting on the corner of the car and reading my book when I look up and saw him staring and masturbating furiously under a plastic shopping bag on his lap. He had his penis out of his pants. There were not many people on the train. . I stared at him and nodded my head in disgust and said, “Hey jerk off!” Thats all I could think of but he just smiled when I got out. If I noticed earlier, I could have told the cops but it was just a minute before I got out.
On Tuesday, I was on the same train and he was standing by the doors with his hand in his pocket. He smiled at me. I gave him a stare and said out loud so other people could hear, “You are the jerk off from yesterday! Remember me?!” He stopped smiling. “You are a fat old man who likes to jerk off at girls young enough to be your daughter,” I said. He looked away. The train came to my stop and as I left he looked like he was nervous and no hand in his pants this time.
Submitted by Sabrina
There was a guy who kept pressing his crotch really firmed into my butt on the 1 train, last week at 5:30pm. I couldn’t tell if the train was really THAT crowded and every time I looked behind me to see if there was anyone behind him, his grill was all up in my face so I couldn’t see. I was so mad I didn’t speak up and shout, “Stop pressing your dick into my butt, you f’ing perv!” I’m on the lookout for him so I can stick a sharp metal pole up his butt when I see him next.
Submitted by Kathy
I was walking back to the Credit Suisse building from lunch through Madison Sq Park, and one walkway out was filled with construction workers on both sides. As women walked by, this group of 15+ men would hold up placards with numbers written on them (1-10)— and that’s not the most ridiculous part. I asked a “ranger” in a pimped out smart cart to intervene, and he replied, “Well, what did you get? You know you’re a 10 in my book”. I told the security officer in my building the same thing, who answered in the EXACT same way, with an extra “baby” thrown in at the end (for good measure).
Submitted by Laura and also covered by our friends at Gothamist.