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I was walking through student housing neighborhoods on my way home to my apartment. I was with another female friend and we passed a house at the same moment that five males came out the front door. We were talking and only glanced at the noise, but one of them shouted “Hey sluts!!” to us.
I instinctively turned around to say something but realized a reaction is what they were seeking. So I turned back around and we kept walking. They continued to shout things at us: rude, insulting comments.
I do not care if they were sober or highly intoxicated – it is not an excuse. Who do these people think they are? How could someone possibly think they have the right to speak to a stranger in such an offensive way? The worst part is that that one word will stick with me forever. I am sure they have forgotten about it and will never think about it again. But I will not forget. How it felt to be talked to in such a way. They don’t know me. How dare someone speak to another human being that way. It infuriates me that we live in a world like this.
I am so angry at these monsters that think they can treat women this way. And what’s unbearable is that their goal of seeking control is sometimes, it works. Every time this happens to me, I plan a new route, or avoid going out late at night. When I do this, they have gained control over public space by removing my comfort and feelings of safety in that area. How do I stand up against this while still being safe? I am so incredibly frustrated.
Walking back from the fast station, I refused to give six individuals a cigarette so the group decided to follow me all the way home, all the while being screamed at and threatened. It was horrifying.
I was walking to work from my garage when a car pulled over and the driver, a middle-aged man, rolled down his window to catcall at me. This is soooo not the first time this has happened, even in the last week. But I lost my temper today and I stopped to say bewilderingly “does that work for you?!”
The guy got angry and defensive, shouting about how I wouldn’t pay attention to him otherwise, and I shouted that it was rude and I didn’t want to talk to him, so don’t talk to me. He rolled up his window at that point and drove away, and I continued into work.
It sure would be nice to be able to go a week of the one-block-walk from my garage to my office without this happening.
I was walking to work and a man in a green sweater started talking about my thigh length socks. I told him I didnt want to talk to him and kept walking. He screamed bitch and whore at me as i walked 2 blocks.
I WALKED TWO BLOCKS TODAY!!! I HATE IT. I CRIED AND HAD TO LEAVE WORK. I CANNOT TAKE IT!!!! WHY DO THEY DO THIS?????
My partner (a guy) and I enjoy making and wearing costumes (and in my city there is no shortage of costumed events). For Halloween, I had decided to be a video game antagonist known for the huge helmet he wears. While the helmet covered my entire face and most of my torso, anyone could still tell I was a woman because the rest of the costume was an A-line undershirt and a butcher’s apron over leggings -not skimpy but you could see my shape.
Because I have a good case of bitch-face and a fast aggressive walk, I rarely get hassled in daily life but while I was an anonymous woman wearing a mask on Halloween, I got the most harassment of my life. Even with my guy standing next to me, randoms would come over to touch me (like I was a Real Doll), to tell me how hot I was even though they couldn’t see what I looked like, and when I tilted the helmet to peer at them they would tell me to leave it on, as if I were a fetish object for their pleasure and confronting them with my personhood would ruin their good time.
Even when my partner would intervene they wouldn’t stop trying to pick me up until we relocated. Of course, when we had successfully gotten away from one jerk, another would take his place. It’s not even as if they knew my character! The worst offenders had no idea what I was even supposed to be, only that I was a woman’s body without a visible head. I have never felt so much like a piece of meat in my life. I’ve never been to a Con but think maybe now I know how the women that attend those might feel.
I was walking to go get some coffee in my neighborhood, when some guy driving by yelled “YOU’RE GONNA GET RAPED!!!” extremely aggressively.
It was terrifying and I started crying.
I was waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up after class, near the entrance to the parking lot. I was looking at my phone and into the parking lot, wondering if he had parked and I had not seen him. I wondered around a bit and didn’t see the car, so I started to walk back towards the entrance. As I was walking, a man sitting in a parked truck whistled at me and made some other noises. At first I thought he was calling a DOG, I looked around and then looked at him. He made the same noises along with a come here hand motion. I shook my head and he continued to make the noises and whistle.
I was so offended that he thought it was not only acceptable behavior, but that it would work. I ended up shouting, “I AM NOT A F**KING DOG A**HOLE!” Flipped him off and walked away. Perhaps not the best way to handle the situation, but I was mad. Still makes me mad thinking about it.
Me and my friend were just getting out of a concert and started heading to this marketplace across the street. It was pretty empty by then and we just sat down, having some drinks, looking over our pictures from the concert when some guy started walking towards us. The way he looked at us made us really uncomfortable so we got up and started walking away. We took a turn thinking he would go about the rest of his night but he kept following us. We ended up speed walking until we found some security guards and stood by them. Then we turned around and the man was gone. We were so frightened and I honestly thought we wouldn’t be able to outrun him.
My old neighborhood, the slopes, was awful for street harassment!
One of the worst was when I was having a bad day, trying to keep to myself on the street, and finally perked up and smiled looking at a friendly text, and someone yelled from their car that I had a beautiful smile and was gorgeous.
He probably thought he was being so nice, but that smile was for me, and I want to reclaim it!!
I was just walking down the street next to the apartment complexes at my school. All I was doing was walking to class, not even paying attention and I hear a load of boys yell “Hey wassup Gurl?” and a bunch of boys whistling and cheering. I didn’t want this to happen, all I wanted was to walk to class.
It wasn’t okay and it didn’t feel alright, I didn’t even want to walk past their apartment again. I didn’t even feel comfortable walking on the same sidewalk, now I feel like I can’t walk that way. My problem is that they think it’s okay, they think its okay to yell at girls and cat call.
Nobody says anything, they just accept it and keep walking. I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable walking to class, it shouldn’t be okay to be yelled at an whistled at for being a female. I want to be able to walk down the street without feeling uncomfortable.