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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.
I get what I need but as I’m looking it over he has the nerve to throw this weak comeback “if you didn’t want to be stared at you shouldn’t go outside“. No jerk.
There’s a difference between a glance and visually harrassing and undressing someone with your eyes. He then kept standing there saying he wasn’t doing anything wrong and gesturing to the copy center.
I said I was going to report him and he smugs “how?”. The power of blackberry my friend. That’s how.
Women don’t like to be harrassed and leered at. When will these prevs get that?
But no amount of ignoring seemed to discourage him and I began to get angry. Why should *I* feel upset and uncomfortable, when it’s *him* being rude, arrogant, intimidating and a complete idiot. How dare he?!
I started plotting and, inspired by sites like the fantastic Holla Back NYC – If you can’t slap ‘em, Snap ‘em I got out my phone and took a photo of him with it. (The guy in question is the one sitting down, I’ve pixellated the entirely innocent guy walking behind him).
He realised what I was doing and looked duly horrified, and from then until we left the pub, he didn’t even glance at me. I hope I scared him, like he had scared me.
And the photo is above. It’s unfortunately not a very clear one, but still worth sharing, methinks. It makes me feel better anyway. Ha, you bastard.
How DARE you make me feel self-conscious? How DARE you make me feel like I should put a jumper on to cover up my barely-visible-anyway cleavage? How DARE you make me feel embarrassed? How DARE you scrutinise my movements and mouth sexual suggestions to me? How DARE you treat ANY WOMAN like a piece of meat? Whatever the fuck was going on in your head was YOUR problem and you made me feel like it was MY problem and MY fault.
You’re a total idiot misogynist bastard and I actually hate you. Don’t do it again. I mean that.