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While I don’t recommend taking pictures while you drive, I got so upset after this truck sped up to be next to my car just to honk. Yes, I get it, I’m wearing a dress. It’s 101 degrees outside, after all. The worst part? I can see the future when it comes to street harassment.
Waiting for the 66 bus. Man sits down next to me on the bench and tells me how much he likes my “huge tits” and that I’m “way hotter than skinny bitches in the clubs”.
A guy yelled and whistled at me while riding my bike home from work. I’m an RN at a community health center and try to treat every patient with respect. I expect the same from my community.
An older man approached my female friends and I and started hitting on my middle, Asian friend. Perhaps because she was smallest. He said things like “just because you are wearing cool colors (she was wearing a blue shirt) doesn’t mean you’re not hot. You might be the hottest one here.”
One day while walking through the downtown area of my town, a car with two men was driving alongside me. The men started yelling things like, “Hey baby,” “Look here” and “I’d like to get with you” out the window at me. I quickened my pace to move away from them.
I was wearing a tank top on a sweltering summer afternoon in Virginia to walk my dog after a long shift and a summer of no A/C. I walked along the boulevard and feel a number of eyes on me. One person aggressively called out, “Hey baby” repeatedly. My shoulders bowed in–his voice raised, his calls grew more lewd. I yelled, “f**k you, sexist” back. He followed me for two blocks, yelling and calling me a bitch. The saddest part is that he left his young son in his car to witness this.
I get barked at. A lot.
This jerk stood outside his car and said, “Damn.” Grabbing his chin, he stared and proceeded to whistle at me and my sister as we walked into a store…the whole walk seemed to take forever. Gave him the finger and kept walking, but that didn’t stop him.
Girl rode by while I was walking in the dark and hollered, “You’re cute!”
Bike messenger, 30s. I was waiting for the light to cross Greene on Waverly. He had the light but chose instead to stay and bother me.