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I was visiting France with classmates and at one point was walking back to meet them. Some of the men and women (college age) were waiting for everyone in a group, and some saw me and waved. As I waved back, two young men came up to me and asked me directions in French. I tried to give them directions but eventually switched to English. Once I admitted to being American they starting pulling in closer and saying how good my French was, to the point I was very uncomfortable. By the time I was able to explain I did not know where they wanted to go, they both gave me a hug and kiss (on the cheek, which I know is cultural, but still). I was rather flustered and went to the group of known friends happily.
I can accept that and move on, but it was the next part that upset me the most.
After I told them what happened, one young man chastised me for being so culturally ignorant and close-minded that I was complaining and upset over being held and kissed by two strangers! He was French himself, and explanations of personal space culture in American were dismissed because I should be trying new things. No one should be shamed in front of others because they did not want to be touched by others!
Man approached me late at night, invading my personal space and calling me “baby,”
Man leered at me as I walked home and made comments about my breasts.
One walk. Four blocks. Three separate incidences of street harassment by three separate “men.”
1. Smile for me, Baby
2. Hmmm hmmm and other moaning noises
3. Man told me to smile at him so he can give me “something to stick in my mouth”
I left my house in Leon, Nicaragua at 6pm. At 6pm and 5 secs, 2 guys rode by on a bike (same bike, one on the handle bars). 1 of the guys started staring at me moving his tongue around his hand like he was giving oral sex. I firmly & disapprovingly made eye contact as I kept walking. I wish I could have pushed them off their bike, but it probably wouldn’t have been safe or changed anything. How cowardly people are when they can ride away quickly. And how grossly violating. Sad, sad men.
A man driving by me and two others (one of which was a minor) shouted “nice ass” out of the window of his car
At the mothership, we hosted a workshop to find creative ideas to improve the NYPD’s approach to subway harassment.
Here’s what HOLLAs all around the world have been up to:
Hollaback! Appalachian Ohio hosted a super rad Screening and Screen Printing Party. Not only did they screen the new Wonder Woman documentary, they also created some cool anti-street harassment memorabilia. They also did two screenings of the film Tough Guise for the women currently incarcerated at Southeast Ohio Regional Jail! Super cool, guys!
Hollaback! Twin Cities led their first sexual harassment with staff at the local DV/SA, and it went super well!
Hollaback! Ottawa co-hosted an amazing, creative workshop called Collective Spaces, where participants learned more about street harassment while working together to create a moveable mural that will be featured at various college campus around the area.
Keep up the amazing work! Til next time-
HOLLA and out!
-The Hollaback Team
On street harassment, “we discovered it wasn’t just one of us, it was all of us”
Dr. Karla Jay talks early anti-street harassment organizing (including an ogle in on Wall Street), movement building, and how to stand up to street harassment at this year’s #hollarev!
Watch the full clip here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJBQ_xs350U
I was walking to Starbucks, trying to cross the road and a car of guys started yelling at me to fuck off, that I need to die and that I was a whore.