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Yonge Street at Carlton in Toronto, Canada, April 21, 2006.
Jerk in a hideous blue Ferrari with yellow flames yells out “Hey! Can I fuck you up the ass! Not you, the other one!” while he’s stopped at a red light. About three women were crossing the street at the time, one of whom was holding hands with her daughter, who looked about 9 years old. I went up to this sleaze-bag (he hadn’t been yelling at me), and told him I thought what he said was really rude, and that there was a little girl crossing the street. I asked him: “Is that how you talk to little girls, too?” He started rambling about having me arrested (what?), to which I of course repsonded that I would write down his license plate number and have him charged with sexual harassment. I turned to walk away as the light changed, and he said “I like your ass!” So, I spit on his car, and he responded by spraying a wimpy bit of spit at me. What a pig.
Written by Daya.
Submitted by Kay.
Last night I was coming home around midnight after a study marathon and having all kinds of fun experiences with leering guys on the subway. It was like “Creepy Man Stare at Lauri” Day or something. My outfit was eye-catching — a flowery dress that ended mid-thigh, tights, and corduroy jacket — but not immodest. Basically it showed off my legs. Anyway, I get off at my stop in Astoria and these two guys behind me start talking about rape. Now, I can’t be 100% sure about the exact content of their conversation, but it seemed that one of the guys was trying to convince the other guy that raping women was, you know, a bad thing. All the while, the avenue is barren. I’m getting a little bit concerned. “Why are they talking about this behind a woman who’s walking by herself at midnight?” I wondered. “That’s not so polite.”
When I got to my house, one of the guys yelled out, “I’ll get you next time.” Now, was he yelling to his friend, or to me? I don’t know. All I know is that now I feel even more threatened in my already leering-loving neighborhood, and will have to buy some mace. Great.
Astoria needs some serious street harrassment awareness training.
I am 15 right now, and at the time of this “incident” I was 14. The scene is just out in downtown Darien, Connecticut, which is a pretty safe state if I do say so myself. I was waiting on a bench right next to a family restaurant FULL of people, while my friends left to go to a Starbucks not 50 yards away. While I was sitting and waiting for my parents to pick me up, I noticed two “gentlemen” come up to me. They said a few sentences, but all I managed to get out was “Are you alright? You sure look alright. You want us to wait with you?” All the while they kept leering at me and smiling, and I could tell they were smashed. I just kept saying “I’m fine, I’m okay” until they crossed the street. I immediately went to go to my friends at the Starbucks and I said “Those drunk guys were hitting on me” to which a guy friend of mine responded “Those weren’t just any drunk guys, those were firemen!”
Last week, a dirty old man grabbed my arm and said “There’s a nice pussy.”
- Ann, New York City
I was waiting for the bus when five guys walked past me, talking loudly amongst themselves about my ass. It wasn’t until they turned around and came back toward me that I noticed they were carrying a camera.
“Hey! We’re asking women with fine asses what they think of porn? Do you like porn? Hey! Do you like porn?”
I gave the offending teenage boys my patented “shutdown look” (which is an effective mix of scorn and pity) and snapped this pic– notice their camera in the background. It was so satisfying to capture this assholery!
- Ann, New York City
In waikiki: Pointing to my midriff section, the guy on the left tells the two other boys to look: he says “I like whats going on down there” I pulled out my cam and asked these fine gentlemen if I could snap a pic. Obviously not very photogenic, they cant refuse. A third one comes up and asks if anyone can get me to stop smiling, its just too much for him.
submitted by Kristen.