As always, it’s been a very productive week here at HQ! From interviews to workshops, we’ve been keeping busy and been on the forefront when it comes to working on this movement to end street and online harassment!
Both Emily and Debjani were featured in an article in the Gotham Gazette this week where they spoke about what needs to be done in order to address street harassment appropriately.
Speaking of being featured, Debjani also spoke to CJAD Radio in Montreal about street harassment.
Debjani also trained 40 youths from South Asian Youth Action in Queens on how to handle street harassment. Working within our communities with those most affected by the issues is always a great experience! And these young women are such badasses!
This week we also welcomed our new Program and Administrative Assistant, Tamar, to the team! Tamar is a recent grad of Wellesley College, where she majored in Sociology with a minor in Africana Studies. She was also the President of Ethos, Wellesley’s Black Student Union, and writes about race and popular culture for Her Campus and Blavity.
Here’s what is going on with our sites around the world:
Hollaback! Ottawa is partnering with Ottawa Rock Camp for Girls and participating in their summer block party on Saturday, August 13th where all proceeds from the event will go towards a Rock Camp Weekend in November. Keep up the good work Hollaback! Ottawa!
That’s all for this week!
Holla and out!
The Hollaback! Team
I was at work early in the morning and I was the only one up front. A man comes to the checkout and as I am about to ring him up he reaches across the counter and grabs my hand. I’m staring at him in shock as he looks me in the eye and says “That’s right, say ‘get your hands off me”. After that I finished the transaction and he left. Terrifying.
I was walking my grandma’s dog when a car full of guys pulled up. They started leering and hollering, making comments about my butt. I felt so angry and uncomfortable.
Like most women, I experience this on a regular basis, and I just got fed up. I just flipped them off and kept walking. That’s when they got really aggressive, and starred swearing at me, calling me a b**** and a slut. I ran all the way back home. I was sure they were going to get out of their car and attack me.
I was wearing a black tank top without a bra. I passed one man on the street and he said “you have beautiful nipples baby!” He continued furiously ogling me as I walked past. A woman next to him started laughing. I didn’t say anything.
I felt so disgusted I haven’t gone braless since. I think about his comment every day. I am so disgusted. I experience street harassment in this area everyday, but this comment made me hate myself.
Man in car said “damn white girl I want to get with that pussy”
It’s been a busy week here at HQ with planning for interviews and events galore! A film crew visited this week to feature executive director, Emily May, on an upcoming segment called Master Millennials. Our interns, Lan and Lucy, also got to be in a couple of shots. We had a lot of fun answering their questions about Hollaback! and we’re excited to see and share the final segment!
Speaking of features, Emily shared her tips about how to handle online harassment on CBC News.
Debjani will be speaking about street harassment at the 5th annual She’s The First Summit on August 5th. It’s going to be an amazing weekend full of inspiring and motivational speakers from around the world!
Here’s what Hollaback! sites around the world have been up to this week:
Hollaback! Detroit also held a workshop at BFF Fest where they shared stories about street harassment and shared tips on how to handle it. Stay tuned for more events from this new site!
Hollaback! Vancouver participated in the Vancouver Pride Society Parade to spread awareness about street harassment. They took the “Cats Against Catcalls” slogan literally, dressing up as cats for the parade!
Hollaback! Oxford was featured by That’s Oxfordshire earlier this week where they discussed speaking up about and combatting street harassment. Check out their feature and follow them on Twitter to keep up with them!
That’s all for now!
Holla and out!
The Hollaback! Team
I was walking down to the beach to meet my friends family. I wasn’t wearing anything revealing (long sleeve shirt and jean shorts). 2 men were smirking and said “hey gorgeous what are you doing tonight?” They were obviously drinking/drunk and looked as if they were in they’re twenties. IM 14. I didn’t respond I just kept waking which I now regret. I can’t stop thinking about it.
“Hey there, would you like to buy this paper for $1?”
“I really like your shirt. It accentuates your bold and beautiful breasts.”
I was riding my bike from work and as I was approaching a round about, I heard a motorcycle. I waited for it to pass me, but since it did not I rode on when all of a sudden I hear “Well, either to the left or to the right!!!” I slowed down and saw that the motorcycler was a young man and he had an aggressive attitude, so I just ignored the comment and went on my way when he started shouting: “You fat cow (actually, “gorda de mierda” in Spanish), I’ll crush you!!!” I ignored him again. But, the next morning, I was on my way to work and he passed me with his motorcycle and spat on my face. I don’t know if this is going to stop or get worse.
It’s sad to say I’ve become accustomed to being catcalled, especially on my university’s campus. I could share so many stories about how I am approached in classes or on the street when I just want to be left alone.
One of my guy friends doesn’t think it’s a big deal. He’ll always say that if I’m not wearing a ring, then I’m “fair game.”
It was my first day on campus my sophomore year. My family had just left after helping me move into my dorm room. I took my car to the parking lot closest to my building so I could unload the last of my belongings.
My university is constantly doing renovations so there are always construction workers present. The latest project was the dorm complex situated between my building and that parking lot.
As I was walking through the lot, three construction workers were coming my way.
I do what I can to minimize the chances of being catcalled. No eye contact, keep looking straight ahead. Don’t speak. Don’t smile.
Unfortunately for me, nothing I did helped. The men slowed down as I walked closer. One sort of puckered his lips and made kissing faces. “Hey, baby! How you doing?” He said.
I said hello, and then he said something lewd and invited me to go somewhere with him. After that, I started jogging back to my room. There was no way I was sticking around there any longer.
That building was under construction for the rest of the academic year. I avoided it at all costs.
I told my sister about what happened and she was outraged that men who were earning their livings through my tuition had treated me like that.