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Yesterday my friends and I went to a community pool. For a while, everything was fine, we were all just swimming and having fun. There happened to be a window where you could see people working out in the gym. So when three men came up to the window, we didn’t really think much of it. That’s when they began to blatantly STARE, even POINT, at us. They obviously knew we were aware of them, they didn’t care. One of those sick perverts made an inappropriate hand gesture to my friend, almost like he was feeling someone up or something. We complained to someone who worked there, and they asked the men to leave. They did so, but not without making a threatening gesture toward my friend’s boyfriend. When the staff asked if there was a problem, they said no, but obviously there was since they left shortly after.
It’s really sickening that this happened – I’ve never experienced this sort of thing firsthand. Not only do these men make themselves look bad, it makes the pool look bad as well.
Submitted by Anonymous.
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
I am only 17 years old and I have not experienced that much cat calling or harassment. I have gotten very few, but they were only things like, “hey beautiful”. But today while waiting on the uptown 28th street subway platform for the 1 train, a man walks onto the platform, he had to be anywhere between his 30’s or 40’s. He’s rolling some boxes and other cargo in through the emergency gate. I am sitting down on one of the seats right next to the gate, I had just missed the last subway by a second so I knew I had a wait till the next one came. I have this weird feeling coming over me. I had realized that the man with the boxes was just leaning against the emergency gate, and he had been for a while. He was right by me and it came off as a little awkward, because I had that “I’m being watched feeling” coming on. I look over and he’s looking right at me. When I looked at him, he stuck his tongue out ALL THE WAY in a licking motion right at me, all while grinning this evil look. He then proceeded to say, “lookin‘ good, lookin‘ good!”.
I knew about Hollaback NYC, and I did have my phone on me. I wanted to take a picture so badly, but my hands seemed frozen and the hairs on my neck were standing up, and my stomach felt like it was going to fall out. I know it may not sound so bad to some of you, but I have never received something to this extent before. I couldn’t bring myself to grab my camera phone and bust his dumb ass, I was in this state of after shock. He walked away right after and proceeded to chat some other women up further down the platform, while I was left in the chair feeling helpless.
I made sure we got into separate cars FAR away from each other when the subway finally came (after that it felt like an eternity). When my stop came, you can bet I ran out of the subway so fast. I didn’t know if we got out at the same stops, but I wasn’t about to find out.
Submitted by Susanna
“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