I’m 13 and I’m thickly built. At school, i get everything from cat calls Tomas’s grabbings. One day in particular, a boy came up to me and whispered, “you’re gonna ride my d*** like you ride a roller coaster. Once you go black you never go back baby.” I believe it doesn’t matter your skin for one, and that is was completely un-appropriate and disgusting, especially for our ages.
I was in a beach area walking with my parents, when a bunch of college aged guys in a pickup truck hollered in our direction and sped off. It was embarrassing since my parents were there otherwise I would’ve told them to shove it.
I work in car rentals at an airport, a man on the upper level to where my desk is yelled to his friend (standing 2 meters away) ‘Oh f@&k, car rental chick is alright’. He then preceded to yell down to me, asking ‘give us a smile, sexy’. Ironically this happened just a few hours after I submitted to launch a South Australian Hollaback website.
When I was eight my mother and I were walking home at night through an alley when a guy hanging around nearby started following us. He didn’t say anything, he just kept a few paces behind us (like we didn’t notice or something). My mom kept swerving around corners trying to lose him, but she couldn’t and finally he got so close that my mom bent down and pretended to tie her shoe. He stopped and stood there. “Oh you go ahead,” she said. He said ok and kept walking. He was circling back around the block though. My mom just told me to run. We dived behind a dumpster and hid ourselves just as he came back around the corner. My mom called a friend who was nearby and he came and talked the guy into going away.
How the days have sped by at HQ! With Holla::REV London getting closer, we’ve been hard at work getting everything in order. If you’ll be in London on June 23rd, you should join us for our free speaker’s series.
Outside of the office, we’ve been bopping around the city talking about street harassment and movement building wherever we go. Deputy director Debjani trained NYPD sergeants, captains, and lieutenants. Executive director Emily presented to the new Ashoka fellows and shared her expertise on movement building. The Hollaback! HQ team went to a screening of The Hunting Ground with Governor Cuomo. We got to meet Annie Clark and Andrea Pino, the amazing activists featured in the film. This week we’re saying goodbye to the last of our spring interns. Shoutout to Cat for all of her hard work.
Now for a look at what’s going on with our sites across the globe:
Hollaback! Korea is partnering with local organizations and doing some awesome organizing in their efforts to lift the ban on the Seoul Pride Parade. You can have their backs and sign the petition here.
Hollaback! site leaders are continuing to tell their stories, complicate the narrative, and push the movement forward. Keep up the great work everyone!
Holla and out.
I was out walking my dog around 7:30AM while wearing a knee-length dress. As I approach the street corner, I feel something touch the back of my leg. I whip my head around and see a young man with a backpack pulling a phone away from the hem of my dress. I’m stunned for a moment. He walks ahead and I start to realize what he was doing.
I shout after him and give him a look of anger and confusion. He tries to brush it off. He tells me I’m beautiful and asks if I have a man. I’m still just in awe that he thought this was acceptable. I tell him to leave me alone and he speeds off. Should’ve taken a picture of him.
While walking down the street with my friend we were stopped by the group of three men. One of them groped her. Also, the verbal harassment took place. After we escaped from them they were following us and screaming humiliating phrases. We run into my friend’s house to be safe.
I was walking from my college to a Taco Bell down the street, and this guy shouted out of his car window “Suck my dick!!” Obviously my first response was to chase him down so that I could blow him.
On a regular basis i have felt a sense of someone watching me in my bedroom . The person always leaves some sort of signal such as a flashing light switching on and of everytime i enter the room. I have tried to ignore it but this along with the occasional artefact left outside of my house is becoming increasingly creepy .
Ladies, I encourage you to find safe and constructive ways of regaining control of street harassment situations. Today, I off the cuff took back control over mine. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but walking past a construction site, I heard from loudly behind me, “Damn girl, you’re looking fiiiiinnnnnne today!” And turned around to see some smug, smirking little prick in a hardhat and vest seemingly proud of his verbal harassment. I pulled out my phone, pretended to take a picture of him (my photo album was 100% full, but he didn’t know that) and said, “Thanks for the pic, I’m going to report you today.” and waved at him, “too-doo-loo”-style like an asshole and calmly continued walking to my destination.
Although I wasn’t actually able to report him to the company without a picture, the fact that I had flipped the situation on him and invaded HIS privacy made ME personally feel empowered.