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“I get harassed 100 times a day. I tried everything to stop it but it doesn’t stop. I wear loose clothes, I don’t wear make up, I spend more than an hour in front of the mirror everyday thinking of ways to hide my body. I walk home everyday. It only takes me 15 minutes, I cross the bridge. It is usually very loud and busy, but that does not stop men from approaching girls, any girl, good looking or bad looking, covered or not.
I remember so many scary harassments. There was this guy who followed me and suddenly grabbed my bottom in front of everyone. I screamed but he ran away and no one interfered. Once I was shopping with my father and aunt, and this guy kept staring at me and blowing me kisses. My dad shouted at him and started hitting him. I think men are doing this because they are jobless and have no manners.”
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Like half of the US population, my friends and I went to see Batman its opening day. The theater was crammed with people, almost every seat filled, so I didn’t mind that much when someone I didn’t know sat down next to me.
When the movie was over and the credits started rolling I stood up, when I felt something brush against my ass. I shrugged it off as an accident, but then it happened again, but with some actual grabbing action. I spun around to look at the guy, but he had already begun to walk down the aisle. My guy friends (all six of them) didn’t notice.
After the movie, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was the same guy I had suspected– and now know– touched my ass earlier. He was in his early thirties, bald, and very, very repulsive. Then he actually grabbed my hand, pushed something into it, winked, and ran off into the crowd. I was so shocked that this perv had the nerve to touch me, I froze. Scrawled on this piece of popcorn bag were the words, “You’ve got a tight ass. Let’s fuck.” Complete with phone number.
Did I mention I’m only 17 years old?
When I finally got a hold of myself, I told my friends, who promptly started looking for this asshole, but the security guard said it was probably a fake number. We dropped it after that, but I was so angry and violated I did something: I enrolled myself in self defense classes.
Next time an asshole decides to grab my ass, he’ll be dealing with a broken nose and burst ear drums.
Submitted by Tori
Submitted by Emma
The guy in the white shirt was standing against the stairwell in the most strategic of locations. As the ladies and their short skirts came down the stairs, he peeped. When we made it to the bottom of the steps my friend said loudly, “that man just looked up your skirt!” As we stared him down and took his picture he casually tried to pretend that he wasn’t a serial panty peeper. This lucky lady on the left was spared by his vain attempt to save face, but I’m sure as we jumped on our train he resumed his sick tricks.
Submitted by Emily and Jackie
I heard about Holla Back today, and thought it was an awesome idea. Like most women in NYC, I get my fair share of harassment on the street. However, I did not expect that, just hours after finding out about Holla Back, I would have an opportunity to stand up to a perv! I was walking to the train after work when some guy gives me the jerk off sign as he walks by me. I moved away from him, and he took offense that I was “too good” for him. Apparently he does not realize that everyone is too good to be subjected to that kind of treatment. One obstacle to standing up to these guys can be that the whole encounter is often over very quickly. By the time it fully registers, the guy is gone and you’re left feeling gross and powerless. But not this time. I stopped, pulled out my phone and started fumbling to turn on my camera. He stopped and waited to see what I was doing. I don’t know what he thought. I can’t imagine he believed that I wanted to get his number, but who knows with these guys! It was taking me forever to get my camera working, and he turned around to walk off just as I got my camera turned on. I followed him and yelled at him. He turned around, and SNAP, I took his picture. His response, “Bitch, I don’t care what you do!” But his voice betrayed him. It was obvious that he did care, and that he didn’t like it. The only down side to the story is that my adrenaline was so high that I didn’t remember to hit save, so I don’t have the photo. But the photo doesn’t matter. What matters is that I stood up to that guy, and I’m going to keep on doing it! Pervs, look out, this woman is done with your shit, and I’m not going to take it anymore!
Submitted by Kathryn
I was on my way home from work in a skirt suit (occupational hazard), when Mr. Cool leans forward towards me, points at me, and slowly drags his fingers across his throat in a I’m-going-to-slice-your-neck-open kind of fashion. Stunned, I looked around and checked to make sure I didn’t just walk onto the set of a horror movie. No such luck.
5 ft. 3 inches … and a DOORMAN! Girls, run don’t walk this one’s a catch!
Don’t misunderstand, I have respect for anyone who takes pride in their work, but
I have no issues disrespecting someone who attempted to humiliate me and my freedom.
I see this rather brave gentlemen every day on Hudson street between 12th and 11th st. I’ve seen him opening car doors, as pictured (he’s looking at me btw), helping children along and holding the door for women. Kissing up to older men. Doesn’t seem to have any issues doing that.
One day he was cleaning the front area. I had been walking towards him while he was greeting residents. Somehow he must have known when I approached and of course chose to make his move when everyone else cleared out. (see brave comment above).
He turned around quickly, (pivoting on his little feet at his age – so thrilling) spinning on one foot and shoved his face into mine and started to suck his lips. (see Kissing up to older men comment above).
Good thing I don’t live in the building, but then again, brown people like myself are only for objectification, not for having doors opened for us or the right to walk down the street without being treated like a sex object.
Submitted by Lisa
Once again, harassment through pornography on public transport (UK). I had the pleasure of sitting opposite this weirdo on the 17.45 from Manchester Piccadilly all the way to London Euston.
When he first got out his ‘men’s magazine’, the train was packed, but despite this he started ‘reading’ it completely shamelessly. Luckily I didn’t see much of what he was doing because I was coming back from a busy day of meetings and was working on my laptop, so the screen was covering my view of his magazine. I felt insulted and violated though that somehow it’s accepted for men to view ‘soft’ pornography in public, and I didn’t feel comfortable to say anything. So I got out my phone and took some pictures. It proved a bit tricky because unless he was staring at me (yes, he did that too) or drinking, he had his head buried in the magazine, but I still got a few good snaps. I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was taking pictures (holding the phone up, moving my laptop screen out of the way), so maybe I made him feel a little uncomfortable too! Towards the end of the journey (after 1 1/2 hours, having studied every single page) he had finished with the magazine and fell asleep… and started snoring! I couldn’t help thinking: What a great lover this guy must be!!
Submitted by Tanja
EW! I was on the F train sitting with my boyfriend and reading a book, and a guy in a cargo jacket was standing across from me with his arms crossed. When we arrived at our stop, I put my book away and saw the man holding a small camera aimed at me with his arms still crossed, and as I got closer to him to leave the train, I saw the lens retract into the body of the camera, and he tucked it away in one of his cargo pockets. I felt victimized, violated, and STUPID. But thankfully I was wearing a skort with tights. I wish I’d wrestled the camera out of his hand or said something to him but I felt so scared and didn’t want to make a scene. I should have taken a picture but I froze.
Submitted by Jessica
This guy was sitting next to me on the train and couldnt stop staring at my chest. I took the picture when he was sleeping.
Submitted by cell phone.