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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.
Although this is not street harassment in the most literal sense, I thought you would find this interesting. I found the attached turd on my way to the grocery store this afternoon. Upon closer inspection I noticed that this is packaging for a phone card. A FUCKING PHONE CARD. I usually laugh at such “over the top” objectification of the female body, but this thing just made my stomach sink.
I’d much rather get cat-called on the street by some asshole than having to see this crap: at least I can yell back at a pervert (and/or send his picture to you guys). Shit like this (which displays the female body like so many breasts and thighs from a bucket of KFC) only encourages misogynist behavior.
Submitted by Miss H
So yes, I am kind of dressed up. I was just at an internship interview. Yes, I am sitting by myself eating my lunch. Thanks. By the way – what the fuck is your deal? I know you can’t be looking at train schedules for all of those 15 minutes. I know you keep leering at me. You’re not being that discrete, and you are kinda grossing me out. Why can’t I just sit alone for half an hour and eat my lunch without someone thinking I’m there to look pretty for them? I am so grossed out that I felt like I had to avoid eye contact with everyone just because some of them were like you and aparently assuming that a young woman sitting by herself was looking for some kind of attention. You’re pathetic. It took you a good twenty minutes of (not very) sneakily leering at me for you to finally walk away – don’t think I didn’t notice that you were turning around every twenty feet or so to stare some more.
Submitted by E.M.
I was on the 18.48 train from London Paddington to Reading on Saturday 23 September 2006. The train was full, and there was a guy sitting across from me “reading” a ‘lads mag’. No, he wasn’t sitting by the window and doing this discreetly, the creep had an aisle seat and was holding the magazine for the whole carriage to see! Can you believe it, most of the people sitting close to him were women, and kids could easily have walked past. At first I tried to ignore him, but as he was going through the magazine studying every single page carefully, he sometimes held it up close to his face. When he got to the the centrefold, he turned the magazine around and held it up again. What a sad, immature, sick weirdo. I don’t know if he was actually enjoying offending all the women around him, or if he was so deranged to think that what he was doing was normal and acceptable.
As I was getting more and more pissed off and thinking about what I could do, just before my stop I remembered that I had my digital camera with me, so I took two pictures of him. The first without flash so that he wouldn’t notice. But I needn’t have worried, because when I took the second one with flash he didn’t even look up from the magazine, he was so glued to it.
Submitted by Tanja
I was sitting on the R train on the two-seater where you can see directly outside of the window onto the platforms. At about 1:30pm, the train pulled into 34th street stop going downtown and I noticed a man directly outside of my window who kept looking inside of the train. He looked lost! So, I just kept on glancing around and minding my business…then I felt as though he was trying to get my attention; you can feel when someone is staring hard at you. So, I glance his way, and happen to notice something peculiar…well, his penis was zipped right out his pants and he started swinging it back and fourth with his jacket pockets. I froze! I didn’t know what to do, and it didn’t occur to me to take his photograph with my cell phone until the train started moving…and it was too late. I hope someone catches this pervert because it was a traumatizing experience!
Submitted by Jenni
Two of my friends and I were coming home from a night of bowling. My friend was driving, her cousin was in the front seat, and I was in back. We pulled up to a red light, laughing about something, and I casually glanced at the car next to us for a split second, where one of the guys in the backseat was pretty much drooling over us. I alerted my friends to this, and they looked over at them, this time to find everyone in the car staring at us. There were four of them, and they were big guys. They kept rolling down their windows and yelling stuff at us, but we ignored them. The light changed, and we drove on, thinking nothing of it.
So we stopped at the next light, and guess who pulled up beside us. We were right by where you needed to turn to get to my house, so I told her to just keep going straight because I didn’t want those idiots on a power trip knowing where I live. She kept going straight, and they stayed right next to us.
This went on for several minutes before she pulled out her cell phone and called her mom. They were still right next to us, and they started acting like they were going to run us off of the road. Her mom told her to call the police if they kept on us, and she said ok. We were in a 40mph zone, and she was doing 30. They stayed right next to us…you could tell they were totally getting off on it.
They eventually went away, and we had to go all the way through Beech Grove to get home.
Submitted by Amanda.
This guy was the king of all creeps.. I don’t know how he even drove with his eyes glued to us. We finally had the unfortunate luck to pull directly behind him and I’m suprised he didn’t rear end someone from looking in the rearview mirror non stop… those beady little eyes in that mirror. Made my skin crawl… All we wanted to do was go home after the Mavs game!
Submitted by Rachel.
Love your site-hate with a passion ignorant asses who feel the need to harass me.
Usually its just annoying, Today it got scary…
Noticed that an old guy sitting on the train across from me was playing with his cell phone…
Then I noticed he was taking pictures of me, my legs, my chest, my face, back to my chest..gave him an “eat shit and die look” and moved seats…
Noticed he moved seats too-to get a better view, continued to take pictures and give me nasty lusty looks.
Got up immediately to get off at next stop-he got up too-still taking pics and acting like he doesn’t notice me, now with a good 15 pics in his camera-sick bastard.
Get off the train, with heart racing and sick feeling in my stomach-hold back tears until I get home…just wish I had my camera phone and my mace.
Submitted by clh.
My friend and I were waiting for a table a restaurant bar, chatting, as we so often do, about yacht rock, when we observed this repellent exhibit. He was giving us the Atomic Super-Leer, which is a leer that goes beyond Gross Ogle and crosses over into Aggressive Scrutiny, in terms of both perviness and duration (this one lasted a full five minutes). This dude’s leer was positively throbbing. A zombie-like sort of creepy entitlement oozed out of him, too, as though he didn’t realize he was actually out in public staring at actual humans rather than crouching in a fetishy sweat over his home computer porn-delivery system. At the same time, since it was obvious there was a porn flick playing in his tiny brain, he also conveyed a crushing sense of inferiority. Thanks, Jackass. May your quiet desperation cripple you for life.
Submitted by Twisty.