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Walking down this street when a carload of men hung out the car windows and shouted things at me that I couldn’t quite make out (good on ya, lads).
Guy in a truck with “goon squad” stickers demanded my attention by catcalling.
I stopped at a gas station to get gas and a a drink. I pumped gas, and then went inside. While I was walking through the pumps a car of men pulled up and started yelling at me, “Hey”. I continued to walk faster, “Hey, I’m *uc*ing taking to you with the nice a**!” By the time I made it in the store I was shaking and in tears, I waited for the car to leave before going back out. I was terrified. It’s broad daylight and they are yelling so loud, everyone could hear. This happens so often here in Arlington, TX that I don’t even want to leave my house. They’re not afraid for people to hear their verbal harassment, so what else are they capable of?
I had just gotten out of a community yoga class. I was sweaty and happy, proud of the work I’d just put in, and I slung my yoga mat over my back and started walking to my next destination. I had just finished crossing the street when it happened—I heard the electric sound of a car window rolling down to my left, saw the car start to pull forward out of my peripheral vision as it turned at the intersection, and then a sticky-sweet voice from the car yelled at me, “Your camel toe gets me randy.”
I’D LIKE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING, Mr. Catcall-Dandy! My response is here: plumsandthorns.blogspot.com
I am a European girl in the Dominican Republic. I have blond hair and every man in the street has to tell me something about it. Sometimes I am harassed by 20+ men on my way to work. It makes me crazy.
I’m Brazilian, and I experienced this many times. Two years ago, when I was 15, I was at an elementary school party and I was talking to some friends, when a guy (who I didn’t know) suddenly hold me and asked me for a kiss. I refused, but he held me closer, tried to kiss me and whispered disgusting words in my ear. I felt really bad, and the girls who were with me didn’t do anything. Luckly, my mother called me to tell me she was on her way to pick me up.
This man made a funny comment with a smile showing his teeth on how my (women’s) tiny purse fit so many items while I searched inside mine. I smiled and replied politely. Just enough for later on he showed up and pressed my finger harder while I got water at the water fountain.
I looked him in the eyes with disapproval, so he patted my back a little too strong for a friendly funny “ok”. He was clearly not ok with my serious look and showed his frustration physically. Disgusting! This was Sep 7th at a nice music event, the Hoko Festival in Tucson, Az.
I walked out of the hotel in the afternoon today, and a group of 25-30 yr old men whilst having a barbecue started catcalling and hooting. I am 17 (minority race), and was in a baggy tshirt and pants going for a jog! There was nothing atthiractive or revealing about me. But I ignored them and went for my jog. I come back after an hour, to find them there again. They started clapping, cheering, and shouting “she’s back”. I got so angry! I looked the loudest harrasser in the eye, and he had the audacity to wave back at me! I couldn’t believe how disgusting these men were! I want to complain, but I dont want to start trouble. This needs to end. Now.
I was biking home from the library. A pick-up truck drives by with a man in the passenger seat loudly making kissing noises out his window at me.
I had some time to kill before a practice I was heading into in south philly tonight so I decided to go get a my flurry I had with a coupon. It was 745pm and still light out. As I was walking back, a man asked me for spare change. I politely responded that I did not and apologized. As I walked past, he put his hand out and ran his hand along the side of my chest. I promptly turned around and started giving him an earful about how he should never do that to anyone ever again and that he had no right to touch me in that way. I told him I would call the cops and he started making motions for me to be quiet and I let him know I didn’t care who heard and that he violated me. He then ran away. I was shaking so hard. I tried to go have a night to forget it as much as I could, but still. I did sexual violence prevention education work professionally, so I posted up to my facebook saying what happened. So my former students would see it and know that f that ever (heaven forbid) happened to them, they knew they could say something back. I’m still upset with myself for not calling the cops, but at least I did use my voice to say no, you cannot do that now or ever again.