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There was an event at my work, and I was on the sidewalk of the main road, walking down and putting little lawn signs along the way. As I was walking, I heard a bunch of guys screaming out of their window, but I ignored it and didn’t bother looking over. They were on the other side of the road anyways, with a median separating both lanes of traffic. Several minutes later, they had turned at the light, and made their way into the packing lot right next to the lawns were I was putting signs. Now that I got a look at the car, there was at least three guys I could see now hanging out of their windows, screaming at me to come over to them and into into the car. I started walking quickly in the other direction while words of “sexy” and “c’mon, dance for me” where being scouted at me from the car. When I got a good distance away they started booing me and yelling insults before driving off out of the lot.
As I was walking to the last day of a volunteer training for a peer support program, I approached an intersection and was waiting for the light to change. From about 5 steps away I could see a young man (nope, boy) start to make his way towards me. Over my podcast, as he fell in step with me, I could here the “yeah babies,” kiss sounds, ect. (girls, you know what I am talking about). As always I gave my disgusted look, and then forced myself to stare straight, and ignore. As I was waiting to cross the street, with the boys words getting closer, I felt a hand on my rear. This was not your average “good game” pat, or a little pinch, which is bad enough! No this was the type of gesture that only the most intimate person in your life would do in private. This was a full on ass grab that immediately made me feel fear, violated, dirty, angry, sad, and embarrassed.
I told him to F off, and screamed as loud as I could to him. I went to chase after him but he was much quicker and was now far from me. And as to throw salt into the wound he skipped along, looking back, and laughed! He laughed and smiled and giggled at my fear and humiliation. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes, and I started back on my trek. As thoughts swam around my head, and a cauldron of feelings tried to boil over, I approached my destination, but not before another boy (this person was well over 40 but is no man in my eyes) was able to get in a few “damn girl you thick,” and “oh yeahs!”
I told a few people at the training, all were sympathetic to an extent but the overall feeling was “oh yeah, I hate when that happens!” IS THAT IT? Is that what women of our generation have become use to? Well not me, not anymore! I will not let this happen to me anymore, I will not be subject to a boys sick amusement!
I was walking by a house on a residential street and an old man came out of his house yelling “hey!” in a gravelly voice and proceeded to follow me yelling “woman!” and other things I couldn’t make out. I was able to run away before he got close to me but now I’m afraid to walk on that street again.
white middle age male living on my street swerved in front of me and proceeded to follow me to my home. I stopped in my driveway and he drove up calling me a f-ing slut for the almost accident. He said he would rape me and that I am a whore who deserves it. A man was harassing a girl in a close proximity and I think it was him. He drives a big white dodge I believe.
I was walking home after visiting a friend when two guys sprang into my way and scared me. They were yelling things like “I want to fuck you” and “You’re hot”. Fortunately it was in the near of my home so when they started to follow me I showed them my middle finger and started to walk faster. They reached me when I was opening my door and yelled “my d**k ist to hard for you”. Then I explained them that they had nothing which could impress me and I shoveled the door into their face. Nevertheless I feel scared helpless and used
catcalled while waiting for the bus several times.
My friend lives near SUNY New Paltz and we would always walk to her house from the middle school where he went. We always started getting honked at and cat called since sixth grade! Do you know how disgusting it is to be yelled at by college kids when you’re only 11? Guys need to learn that where not sexual objects thank you very much!
This past summer I worked with kids who are severely emotionally disturbed. While I dealt with a wide array of experiences on a daily basis, many extremely trying, one day I will never forget left me in tears. We took the kids to the library as we did on many days when it was too hot to be outside. I had the group of 13 year old boys that day (I was only 21 at the time) and often put up with inappropriate comments simply dismissing them as being “that” age. 3 of the boys and I were sitting in the entry way to the library as they were having issues staying quiet inside. One of them started joking that I was his girlfriend and the other took it a step further to start mentioning that “he got me pregnant” to every person walking in and out of the library. In the specific program I worked for, it was essential to keep our cool and try and re-shape behavior in a positive way. I explained several times to him that this was not appropriate behavior for a number of reasons. He continued until FINALLY the police officer working at the library came out and threatened to call security on him. It baffled me that A) probably 15 people of all different types passed by and didn’t say a word and B) that these types of behaviors are taught at such a young age. I honestly could never look at that boy the same after that and he was transferred to another group shortly after.
Around 9 pm I was waiting to cross a street. There weren’t any other pedestrians around so when a car drove by and someone screamed out “WHORE!” I knew it was directed towards me. As I stood there I couldn’t do anything but laugh since its winter here in Wisconsin and I was wearing a full length parka along with other warm, winter gear…there was nothing about me or my clothing that could have been considered “whore-ish” besides the fact that he could tell I was a woman. I felt threatened and dehumanized and was paranoid the rest of my walk home. Grow up and respect all women and pratice equality.
On my way into a restaurant, I passed an older man panhandling and he asked me for some spare change.
I ignored him and from behind me, I heard him yell a series of obscenities, i.e., “Fuck you, you fucking bitch!”
I quickly ducked into the restaurant and thankfully, he was gone by the time I left.