I was on my way to McDonald’s when an older looking man put his hand on my shoulder. I took my headphones out and to see what he wanted. I assumed he needed help or directions, or something like that. He proceeded to squeeze my shoulder and look me in the eyes, asking me if I “wanted to make some money.”
On my walk back home, mocha frappe in hand and tears in my eyes, I was honked at twice.
So I’m sixteen and this is more or less the second time this happens to me where I get catcalled out by some random guy(s). I was at the mall with my cousin and I was wearing a long blue skirt that exposed one of my legs, heels, and just a black long sleeved shirt. We were going to see a movie at the cinema inside and halfway through the line I realized they didn’t take debit or credit so I told her to wait and that I would go get some money from an ATM. Passing by, it was only a split second but this tall (I was looking straight ahead so I only saw him from a corner of my eye) guy, bald and clearly way older than me was only a few inches from me and turned 360 to call out something referring to the way I was dressed and my ass. I’m not entirely sure what he said cause the moment he turned I knew what was coming so I just kept walking and looked straight ahead. Still, every part of me wanted to throw back some sort of comeback or insult but I didn’t just cause I was briefly too scared and told myself just to shut it and ignore him. Nonetheless, it’s been 24 hours and I still feel as shitty as he made me feel for simply passing him by.
I was walking to the store with my boyfriend and two close friends and it was about 9pm. My flat is only about a five minute walk from the supermarket but you have to cut through a park, and it’s normally filled with underage drinkers so it was no surprise we had to walk through a group of them.
As we approached one came up to me and demanded to try on my hairband, which had cat ears on it. His friends were all snorting in the background and they obviously weren’t very pleasant, so I stopped walking and turned to him and told him, “No you can’t try these on. I’m actually part cat and cannot take these off.” and I continued to walk on.
Of course then him and his friends started calling me a stuck up bitch and how I needed a good lay and they were happy to do it for me. I could see my male friend and boyfriend getting angry and my girl friend too so I decided for once I wouldn’t ignore them.
I turned around and walked straight up to them and said loudly so all could here “Honey, I’d spread my legs for you but you wouldn’t have the faintest idea what to do once I’d done that.” Then winked at him and walked off with my friends. It shut them up pretty fast.
So, this past new years eve (2012), I was visiting my friend studying abroad in England. We decided to brave the crowds and head down to the Thames River to watch the fireworks. We were about one block behind big ben. It was extremely crowded, obviously. Because of this, some group of asshole guys that it would be fun to harass my friend and I. They kept catcalling at us, whispering in our ears, etc. We were getting pretty pissed off and even a little scared. I totally flipped my shit when one guy thought I wouldn’t notice when he decided it was a good idea to reach under my dress and to start grabbing my ass/crotch. I started yelling, screaming, anything to get someone’s attention. I yelled one explicative after another at the man, to which he and his horde responded: “women can’t talk like that to a man.” After a few minutes of me screaming my ass off, he backed away. To my knowledge, no one even flinched.
I was jogging/walking & had passed this guy who was hanging out with his friend’s family. After I was done jogging for a while, he yelled, “Girl! put some pep in your step.” I kept walking away & then he yelled again, “GIRL! PUT SOME PEP IN YOUR STEP!!!” I turned around to glare at him and continued walking away.
I’m walking to the public library that is across my small town from where I live. I was walking alone (yes I am in highschool walking through my city alone, but I keep my hand in my pocket with my keys between my knuckles at all times, as my town is known for douchebag stoners hitting on girls my age)
Anyways, I’m walking and come to a stop to wait for the crosswalk. Across the intersection to my right were two homely looking men with large coats and hair that hadn’t been washed in weeks; these two men j-walked across the street, running and pointing at me as the got closer and closer to me. “Hey!” one of them shouted. As naturally as I could I ignored them until they got right behind me.
“Hey my name is [i dont remember] and hey maybe you wanted to come hang out with me and my bud, if youre into that stuff” and I repeated no to each of their offers. When it finally came to the point of, “hey I never caught your name!” and I replied with “Ker” and he shook my hand, and without letting go of my hand he asked me my last name which I replied with, “you have no reason to care about that” which to my relief made them back up and away from me. After I repeatedly pressed the crosswalk button to save me he asked me the most revolting question of all…
“Hey girl, how old are you?” which I replied with “too young for you to be screwing around with.” “So you arent 18?” which I was really pissed off at this point and yelled “NO! goodbye.” “Fine fine” and he turned around to his bud and said “damn, what do they FEED the girls around here?!”
I do not deserve to live in a world where I am confronted with these people when i’m just trying to walk around!
My new years resolution is not taking this crap anymore, so I am posting again because this week has been full of harassment.
Thursday June 6th, 2013
A guy followed me for three blocks. I had my phone out and was violently texting people my location, and had my pepperspray in hand. I walked as fast as I could. Finally, I came to a busy intersection and ran across the street. Since there was some distance between us I screamed at him. I was pretty furious at this point. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!? ARE YOU A FUCKING RAPIST MUGGER OR SOMETHING!? IF MY ROOMMATE DOESN’T HEAR FROM ME IN TEN MINUTES HE’S CALLING THE COPS! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME!?” He was really embarrassed. “I just thought you were really pretty and wanted your number…” I didn’t let him finish before I flipped out again. “FUCK YOU FUCKING FUCK! FUCK NO YOU FUCKING CREEP! GO THE FUCK AWAY!” I just screamed at him until he rounded the corner.
Saturday June 8th, 2013On the way back from work I got harassed by 3 different men in cars. As I was crossing the street one guy demanded to see my breasts. I screamed at him and gave him the finger and kept walking. He called me an “ugly slut,” and all sorts of other names. I really wish I had kicked the bumper of their car in, or walked up behind it and taken a photo of the license plate to post here. Considering that he was in a car full of other men who did nothing to stop him, they deserved to have their bumper kicked in. The next person who harassed me was a college aged guy with glasses with the glass punched out who was stoned out of his mind and sitting in the back seat of a car. He yelled that I was sexy, and I kept moving still pissed off from the previous car. The third car was the scariest, a guy pulled up near me and followed me for a block asking for my number. He wouldn’t leave me alone until I picked up my phone and acted like I was going to call the cops. Once again, pissed that I didn’t get the license plate number.
I was walking down Jordan, one of the most traversed roads in my town, and this old beat-up truck pulled over and slowed to keep pace with me. The guy in the truck rolled down his window and let out a long, loud wolf-whistle, eyebrows waggling, the whole shebang. I decided if they were going to try to catch my attention like you would a dog’s, I would respond in the only appropriate way: I barked. The idiot’s eyes went wide, shocked and offended. He sped up and drove off, middle finger out the window.
There is a major intersection between my apartment and the nearest grocery store. Almost every time I walk there, at least one man harasses me. Usually it’s some guy telling me to smile or calling me “babe” or “sexy.” No amount of rolling my eyes or talking on the phone deters them. But every now and then a guy will try to get me into his car. This terrifies me, especially as I’m 5’2″ and 115lb – pepper spray and self defense could only get me so far against a determined, beefy man and his car.
I was on light rail with my bike, and a tall 30-something drunk (reeking of booze) guy came up to me: “you is so motha fuckin cute. yo eyes go. they goooooo” I said thanks and looked away. I was wearing headphones, I hoped he would get the memo. He then proceeded to poke my stomach “oh I thought you was fat you just wearin a big shirt” I told him not to touch me and continued looking the other way, (with an incredibly annoyed face on) He then grabs a lock of my hair and tells me I look like a porn star. I backed up and was caught between my bike, someone else’s bike, and the stairs to the car door. He was at least a foot and a half taller than me. He continued to stare at me and I told him to please leave me alone. He started rambling slurs and curse words and moved up the train. I noticed him heckling some girls that had just got on after the high school. The train car was full of witnesses, older, bigger people who could have said something to him when he touched me and grabbed my hair but no one did.