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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.
I was on a regional train, going towards Reggio Calabria, South of Italy. At the train stop “Villa”, many people got off the train. A guy was sitting in front of me. We were almost alone, there was only a man on the backside but he was far. The guy sitting in front of me began masturbating. I realised that later, as I wasn’t watching him for a long time. So I got up and shouted, then I escaped. Because of the rush, I moved towards the empty part of the train: absolutely no one was there. So I decided to go back (I had no choice really) and then it happened the thing that I feared the most: I met that guy; as I feared, he was coming towards me. I blew him with the elbow and ran to the ticket collector and told him what happened. Terrible.
I was really terrified when I saw the guy following me, realising that no one could help me. Now I’m quite shocked. I don’t know I didn’t call the police: I just wanted to go home. But now I regret not having done it.
I shared this even if I’m far from NY, because I think street harassment is a SERIOUS international problem.
Just caught this guy taking upskirt photos on the downtown N train. Got off at Union Square
Car full of men yelled, “Hey baby” and “sexy” at me on a dark street.
1) You dropped your smile in the puddle back there.
2) You’re looking fine as ever (whispered into my ear).
3) A man asked me what time it was, I told him, he walked away. But then when I was bending over putting something in my trunk, he had come back to grab my ass. (I did call the cops).
4) Him: “Come home with me.”
Me: “F**k off”
Him: “You f**king c**t”