A Week in Our Shoes

Week In Our Shoes: Ready for a Revolution Edition

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This week, Hollaback! was featured in Truth Atlas, Ottawa Citizen, Multimedia Reporting @ Baruch College, Cosmopolitan.com, Rape Crisis News, Huffington Post, and Big Ideas Blog.

At the Mothership, Deputy Director Debjani Roy spoke on a panel along with Girls for Gender Equity on WFUV 90.7 – pictured above. The show will be aired tomorrow morning!

Here’s what HOLLAs around the world have been up to:

Hollaback! Appalachian Ohio held four 1.5 hr workshops on bystander intervention, healthy masculinity, and self defense for women for 39 9th and 10th graders at Trimble High School.

Hollaback! Baltimore had to postpone their projection event last week and are having it TODAY! Hooray! They also held a youth workshop at the Maryland Institute College of Art

Hollaback! Boston held a GLOBAL tweet chat about #bikeSH. Panelists included Hollaback! OttawaHollaback! Houston, Women Bike, Bikes Not Bombs, Collective Action for Safe Spaces, Stop Street Harassment, Mountain 2 Mountain, Hollaback L A, and more! Check out the Storify here

Hollaback! Des Moines held a Monthly Meetup.

Hollaback! Dublin‘s Jenny Dunne will be at the Dublin Writers Festival TODAY, where The Everyday Sexism Project’s Laura Bates will join her to discuss sexism in all its contemporary forms!

Hollaback! Ottawa was interviewed on CKNW Morning News with Philip Till regarding sexual assault & public education. Listen to the recording here! They also tabled at St-Francis Xavier Catholic School’s Mental Health Fair.

Hollaback! Philly held a free street harassment workshop, complete with pot luck (yum!).

Hollaback! Plattsburgh held a brainstorming session.

AND HOLLA::REVOLUTION IS NEXT WEEK!!! Will you be there? Buy your ticket today!!

Til next time-

HOLLA and out!

– The Hollaback! Team

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Sage’s Story: Creep in a Car

Waiting for the bus at Gov’t Square. Some guy in a red sports car stops at the light, opens the door, and tells me (and/or the young woman sitting next to me) to get in. We both ignore him.

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Debbie’s Story: Talking to them “worked”


As I was leaving a grueling and wonderful dance class, a group of four construction workers nearby whistled and catcalled. I was dripping sweat and still in my leotard and jazz pants. I decided to challenge their ignorance, and said, “Listen, I’m an athlete; I’ve been knocking myself out for almost 2 hours perfecting something that’s really difficult. Show some respect and stop that!”. They applauded and one guy said “Right on”, and shook my hand.

To this day, I don’t know if it was the right thing to do, or if it made them think seriously about their behavior, but I was glad I’d done it.

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Fran’s Story: Daily Harassment

The institute where I study is about ten minutes away from my house. I’ve been attending that institute for two months with no problems until two weeks ago. A couple of weeks ago a building started to be constructed near by my house and institute, so every morning when I leave (about 7:45am) I meet with the men that are working in the site. The harassment started with a man calling me beautiful, it may not be offensive, but I was alone and they were in a group, he is a man in his late forties and I’m a nineteen-year-old girl. I started seeing the men every morning, and it went from being an uncomfortable situation to me becoming frightened when this same guy came close to my face one day and whispered ”she is so beautiful”. I felt scared and disgusted and couldn’t concentrate in my classes for the rest of the day. I told my mom about it, trying not to make it sound like a big deal and said that I was simply going to change routes. She agreed and asked me to text her when I arrived. The day that I changed routes, I thought I had finally found the solution and as I was entering the institute, someone from across the street yelled at me ”Hey Beautiful”, it was him again. I texted my mom, and after she talked with my father, he drives me every day to school now. My parents said they wanted me to and could tell the police I was being harassed daily by the same guy. The problem is I never had the guts to look at his face.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: At the airport

Man at airport drop off was drunk, grabbing his genitals, and hit on me with invasive and inappropriate questions. Attempted to open my car while I wasn’t in it. Airport security responded very quickly and took him away.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: “I have no other route to take home”

I walk 2.5 miles home from work almost everyday and there is a man in a white, unmarked work van who passes me each day, driving in either direction. He has yelled everything from “Nice ASS!” “Check out them TITS!” to “Hey I’m talking to you bitch!” Since he passes around the same time everyday, and has been seen driving in both directions, I have reason to believe he drives up and down that section of road looking for me. I have no other route to take home.

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Jen’s Story: Gas station creepers

I pulled up to the gas station on the corner of Dundonald and Smythe streets in Fredericton, NB, Canada. I realized that the pump I was at was debit-only, so I returned to my car. While I was bent down looking for my debit card, I heard a man yell from a passing car “Yeah bitch you bend over!” It happened so fast I have no idea what the man looked like.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: 4 different harassers in 12 minutes

On a 12 minute walk, 3 men – all in separate cars – honked their horns at me, and a group of men on the back of a truck continuously commented on my physical appearance, referring to me as mango, pie, and yellow.

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Jessica’s Story: “I’m disappointed that the police didn’t do more”

Today I was walking back from school at around 3:50pm, by myself. Two men were walking on my side of the road towards me. I didn’t cross, since two boys from my school were just ahead and could see me. When the men walked past I kept my head down as not to provoke them, and when they walked past in silence I thought I’d gotten away with it, but after a few seconds one of them turned around and shouted “I’d finger her!” Followed by the two of them laughing and the other shouting “Sorry, he’s sick in the head!”. It was embarrassing and scary, and while I worked up the courage to glare at them after the first remark, after the second I just wanted to cry.

I ran until I was right behind the boys from my school and when I got home I reported them to the police, but this isn’t the first time I’ve suffered harassment on that stretch of road and the police just told me that “they were only being immature” and “that happens when people get let out of school”. These were not school children. They were fully grown adults and I am a fifteen year old girl.

Frankly I’m disappointed that the police didn’t do more, my little sisters walk that stretch of road twice a day and I don’t want them to ever have to suffer that kind of humiliation.

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Wanderer’s Story: “Violated by a couple of punks”

A few months ago, I went out to a Friday night dinner with my husband of 23 years at Rocco’s Tacos on Clematis Street in West Palm Beach, Florida. I wore a new dress and was feeling proud of myself, especially after having worked very hard to lose more then 50 pounds to get back to a healthy weight. After dinner, while my husband visited the restroom and before we walked back to our car for the drive home, rather than wait inside I told him I’d be out front since it was a beautiful evening.

As I strolled a few paces away from those dining on the sidewalk, two men who appeared to be in their twenties were approaching, laughing. I slightly backed up and angled my body to avoid brushing against them or others as they passed, and one of them said something that sounded like ‘Tasty!’ while his knuckles brushed the front of my crotch. He didn’t stop moving but it felt like *very* deliberate contact. I immediately turned after him saying ‘What the fuck?!’ but both of them immediately took off running — and laughing.

My husband arrived a minute after that. I told him I thought I’d just been groped and he really wanted to go after them. I convinced him they were long gone so there wouldn’t be any point. Now I wish I’d let him try, although I still think it wouldn’t have led to finding them in the crowds that were on Clematis that night. I feel violated by a couple of punks who obviously think humiliating and denigrating women at random is a fun game. When I think of putting on that new dress for a second time, I just can’t. I’ll probably end up donating it even though I spent a lot of money on it.

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