So I work as a nightlife photographer and I really feel that I have to get a few things off my chest! My job involves me taking pictures of people having a good time, but often on a night I will have to deal with a few assholes! You would think a girl could get used to this sort of thing or just take things as a joke, and I do some of the time, but when you are constantly being chatted up or kissed on the cheek or whatever, it does get rather soul destroying. All I want to do is my job and carry on so I can pay bills! I am there to take photos, not hand out my number! Fair enough people are drunk but it gets so tiring, I am a photographer and an artist and not a piece of meat! Every night, it’s a constant battle, as someone would grab me from behind or try to kiss me or ask my number or pinch my bum or tell me that I would look hotter with dark hair, or ask me what I’m doing after work or give me compliments that may seem all well and good but they just make me feel uncomfortable! this constant sort of harassment from the many drunk men of Newcastle just makes me feel like an empty vessel, or like an object; like I have no soul and I’m just there for the entertainment! Why can’t people just have a normal conversation? I don’t mind normal conversations, in fact, that is a much more welcome social interaction! There are few times I have had to literally push people away because they got a bit close! I’m only 5-foot-3 but I think I’m a lot tougher than I look, although I’m always terrified that something will be taken the wrong way if I lash out.
I was walking from my car to seasons of Japan and this man started hollering at me saying I was sexy, etc. When I ignored him, his friend yelled out “leave my baby mama alone.” He then followed me to the door asking me if I wanted to have his kids.
I’m eating lunch in a food court area, and I just watched a guy walk by loudly yelling comments about the appearance of a girl working at Starbucks.
There is a man who commonly hangs out near the AA building on the weekends. He is always with his buddies and drinking beer out of a cup. He always wears black oakley style sunglasses. And he always, ALWAYS, has something disrespectful to say to me when I walk by. This has been happening for years and for a while, it caused me so much anxiety that I would walk out of my way on the weekends to avoid him and that corner. I have confronted him many times but he just laughs at me and calls me names. I feel so helpless and angry about the situation. He clearly enjoys seeing me upset but it is very hard to ignore after five years.
I was just in here yesterday buying something when the guy in front of me made a comment about what I was buying. I ignored him and he then started verbally harassing me and saying he was just trying to show me his appreciation and that I obviously never got attention and clearly hadn’t responded how he wanted! It didn’t end there. He then left the shop and because I continued to not engage. He was huge and seemed to be losing control. He kept coming back into the shop to launch verbal tirade on me, and the staff did nothing. They said I was safe when I said I didn’t feel safe!
I have just started studying in Paris, and since I com from a little town in Normandy, I am not really prepared to face harassment. Sure enough there were guys in my high school who kept asking me out or took me by the waist, but I had “only” experienced street harassment once when I was 13.
A drunk man had taken me in his arms at night and I couldn’t escape from him. I felt his hands everywhere on my body and this was quite an awful remembrance, but this is not my subject.
So I just arrived in Paris and yesterday a man followed me my way to school, very close but not saying anything. I am glad we need a student card to enter the school so he had to pass away. I also had a man yelling at me “hé mademoiselle t’en vas pas” (Hey miss don’t go away) as I tried to ignore him while walking home another day at 9.30 p.m.
And yet a young sitting next to me inn the train back to Normandy kept pushing me against the window, and I even didn’t protest because I was too scared. I saw him rubbing his parts while looking at me but he covered his hand with a newspaper so I couldn’t make sure I wasn’t wrong. When I got down at my station, I felt something touching my rear and I just hurried to go out.
As if not sufficient, I had a class in the amphitheatre today and the guy at my right kept leaning over me, pretending to copy what I had written. I wore a dress, it’s more than 30 °C here, what’s the matter ?
It is urgent for men to realize their stupid behaviour is unwanted/scaring/shocking!
I had taken my eleven year old daughter to ride the trolley cars with me in San Francisco. We were waiting to board from a stop when two drunk/stoned grown men came out of a local shop/club. I instinctively pulled her closer. The first man said, “hey ladies” The second said “I’ll have that one please” pointing and walking towards my daughter. She gripped my hand hard. He said “Come here Preeeetttttttttttyyy”
I had never been more scared in my life. It was dim and only us and them were around. She turned around so fast it scared me and looked him dead in the eye and said “I’m 11, stop it you pedo” they backed off after that, but I held her so tight after she said that.
I was driving to school, stopped at a stop sign where unfortunately there was construction to redirect traffic at a now busy intersection, less than a quarter of a mile from my school parking lot. A construction worker standing, “working”, started shouting abuse at me, obscene and indecent, as I approached, stopped, and accelerated around the turn. With a full line of people coming up behind me, and having left before me. From my car I’m not safe, they treat us as if no space we own and inhabit isn’t theirs to violate. Going to school I’m not safe. They don’t care who sees or hears, because people rarely intervene, those people rarely care, and our abusers know they won’t have consequences. No shame.
A drunk guy stepped in front of me and barred my way on the sidewalk, saying, “Wait! Stop.” Then he grabbed my face with both hands and said, “You’re beautiful. I love you.”
A man in a car threw a glass bottle at my face and broke my nose. He then yelled faggots burn in hell and drove away.