Biking by he yells “hi girl”. Wasn’t looking at him or giving him any reason to yell at me. First verbal of the spring!
i’m 16. there was this man on the street and i walked next to him and he said to me that i was beautiful. I said back that i didn’t want to have sex with him. What is said was WTF are you saying but he followed me and when i saw a police man I said that he was stalking me and wanted to abuse me and the police man went to he guy to talk with him, but I just ran away because i was scared. Later the police man said to me that there was no problem and that the guy went just the same way as I went. I don’t believe it.
You look good on that bike!
I went to an Albert Heijn supermarket today in Rotterdam,Netherlands & while my family was doing the shopping I was waiting at a bench near the cash desk.2 guys were sitting on the bench. 1 of them approached to me started asking questions and wanted my number & when I told him I don’t wanna be bothered he started verbally harassing me in sexual nature. When I called the security they didn’t do anything and let those guys go because I didn’t have a proof of what they did
Hope everyone has had a great week – we sure have at the HB Headquarters! We are only a week away from our Anti-Street Harassment rally on April 11th, and we can’t wait! The rally is part of International Anti-Street Harassment Week, and will feature poet, performance artist, and art therapist Queen GodIs as the MC! We will have plenty of other speakers, activities, and workshops, and of course our giant inflatable Cat Against Catcalling!
This Wednesday, ED Emily May visited Temple University to speak at a Walk a Mile in Her Shoes event (where men literally walk a mile in heels to raise awareness around sexual assault – see left!) Emily was also featured in USA TODAY’s #InTheirWords series!
Here’s what our awesome sites around the world have been up to:
Hollaback! New Orleans won Hollaback!’s second annual Innovation Challenge! They plan to create a public art installation and digital media exhibit that allows individuals to share their stories! Big congrats to NOLA for standing out amongst many amazing submissions!
Hollaback! Nottingham is co-hosting an event with Fan Club this weekend featuring a live tweet wall where folks can share their harassment experiences, a “Patriarchy Pinata,” and Slum of Legs! They also had their monthly meet-up on Thursday to make banners and plan for Anti-Street Harassment Week!
Keep up the great work and have an awesome weekend, Hollas!
-The Hollaback! Team
A guy walks up to me from the other side of the aisle, leans his head really close to mine and mumbles “how are you beautiful”. I was shopping for craft supplies. I felt like my personal space and my person was violated. The fact that he went out of his way to say that to me made me unnerved and scared.
I was food shopping with my little brother in my hometown back in France and we were waiting for the cashier to finish adding up all the articles of the previous client. While we were waiting, two men (who technically were old enough to be my father at least) wearing a building construction outfit lined up behind us, and started making comments in Spanish. My knowledge of this language being relatively limited, I could only understand that they were talking about me. I heard the words “bitch” and “slut” and other obscene words, followed by equally obscene gestures, as they mimicked anal sex and spanking. My brother did not notice anything, and although I really wanted to confront these two specimen I did not want to get my brother to see all this, and maybe put him in an uncomfortable or dangerous situation if they became violent. They ended up following us, still catcalling me in Spanish. They work in the construction field right next to my house, and now I am scared to go out without being accompanied. I should have said something once and for all.
I was walking home with my 2 friends one day, and we all had chocolate apples. The oldest of us was 15, me and my other friend were 13. An old man, who must have been about 50, leaned out of a pub doorway as we passed and shouted over at us “Give us a lick, love, and I don’t mean the apple!”
I (rather unwillingly) went to a club recently, to humour a friend that doesn’t go out much. We were four girls, just dancing by ourselves in a little square, clearly not looking for anyone to join us. The male hand as they’re ‘passing by’ on the back/bum is (all too) typical in clubs, but my ass got full-on felt up for probably four or five seconds before I realised what was happening. As a reflex, I turned around and slapped the guy in the face. It wasn’t hard enough that it would sting or anything, but he definitely knew I was serious. I can’t remember exactly what I said because I was so fumingly angry, but it was a lot of stuff along the lines of ‘you don’t fucking do that, that’s not okay never pull that shit again’ until my friends realised there was something serious going on and pulled me away. I was almost shaking for a while until I calmed down. I’m in my early twenties, and I have been harassed both on the street and off since I was probably 14– I have literally no tolerance for it anymore.
Also, later in the night one of my friends that I was with got groped as well, but someone reached from behind her, like how you would wipe a baby’s bum, but from front to back. She had never had anything like that intense happen to her and was in shock at first, and was angry later. Pretty awful experience for the both of us.
Ocurre todos los dias al caminar en direccion al trabajo y de regreso a casa. El caminar sola por la calle al parecer les da automáticamente el derecho a acosar verbalmente. Los insultos o comentarios son de toda clase y generan además de asco una profunda indignacion y sentido de abandono. Si bien en chile estas conductas se pueden denunciar, las repercusiones para el agresor son nulas.Finalmente para no irse con el malestar ni la rabia viva he optado por insultarlos, pero eso no es suficiente
It happens every day to walk towards work and back home. Walking alone in the street apparently automatically gives them the right to harass me verbally. Insults or comments are all disgusting and also generate a deep indignation and sense of abandonment. While in Chile these behaviors can be reported, the implications for the aggressor are void. Finally not wanting to leave with the discomfort or anger I chose to insult them, but that is not enough