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I was walking home after visiting a friend when two guys sprang into my way and scared me. They were yelling things like “I want to fuck you” and “You’re hot”. Fortunately it was in the near of my home so when they started to follow me I showed them my middle finger and started to walk faster. They reached me when I was opening my door and yelled “my d**k ist to hard for you”. Then I explained them that they had nothing which could impress me and I shoveled the door into their face. Nevertheless I feel scared helpless and used
catcalled while waiting for the bus several times.
My driving instructor kept touching my hands and legs and making lewd comments
I’m just a 16 year old girl. I live in a big city but don’t go out a whole lot. Unfortunately I did today and some boys (emphasis on BOYS since the oldest is probably around 13) decided it would be fun to mess with me while I was clearing snow. My mom was in the car and saw and heard the whole thing. They yelled THREE TIMES “suck it baby!” and I held my temper until the third one. Even though I felt like smacking those dirty minded children all I did was give them the finger. When I finally got in the car my mom was mad at me for not maintaining a lady like composure. It isn’t the first time. I have even been catcalled in school. I just don’t understand why.
It snowed several inches last night, so I was excited to bike to work. Being a seasoned commuter, I’m on the downhill portion of my trip to work when I hear “YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!!!”
Driving a early 2000’s 4 door Mazda a man is screaming, out his car window, and it’s 17 degrees out. He’s in opposing traffic, and I’m riding the same speed as traffic.
I crank my head and yell “Have a good day!”Despite this gentlemen’s frosty disposition I only hope my attitude helped to reshape his morning!
My family and I travel to Boston multiple times a year, and we stop In the city of Philadelphia to mess around and sight see. Waking up unusually early one morning, I walked to a local bakery and bought a doughnut to give to someone that was homeless. As I was walking around, looking for someone to give it to, a man started walking with me. He said hi how are you? And I replied fine with a smile, automatically feeling awkward. He asked me if I knew where I was going, and I said yes, trying to give off the impression I didn’t want to talk, while trying to get some distance between us. He then started to ask me my name, and ask me how I “do it so well.”
Startled, I was at loss for words. I am most certainetly not shy and am quite assertive, but I was so caught off guard. I replied “Umm no thankyou I’m under age.” He then proceeded to follow me asking me if “it was because he’s black.” He continued to follow me to my hotel room, where thank god the door men saw my face, and didn’t let the man in. I have never been followed before, and it was very scary for me, only being 15.
My friend lives near SUNY New Paltz and we would always walk to her house from the middle school where he went. We always started getting honked at and cat called since sixth grade! Do you know how disgusting it is to be yelled at by college kids when you’re only 11? Guys need to learn that where not sexual objects thank you very much!
My roommate and I decided to walk down to a brewery at the end of our street for drinks after work one night. We grabbed two seats at the bar and ordered our drinks when this guy sitting next to us started talking to us, telling us how pretty we were. We tried to redirect the talk multiple times away from what was quickly becoming a weird and uncomfortable conversation. He then declared that I looked like a fourth grade teacher and he would fuck the shit out of me, and that my roommate looked like an eleventh grade teacher and – we cut in there, yelling at him to stop, the bartender that had heard it started yelling at him and he got up, yelled, I’m the bad guy, everyone hates me. I said no one hates you bro, you just can’t say that kind of shit to people. He left.
My roommate wrote him off as a drunk jerk, but I can’t seem to shake it. I can’t get over the feeling of being so objectified, can’t get over the pornish-talk directed at me, 100% unsolicited.
This past summer I worked with kids who are severely emotionally disturbed. While I dealt with a wide array of experiences on a daily basis, many extremely trying, one day I will never forget left me in tears. We took the kids to the library as we did on many days when it was too hot to be outside. I had the group of 13 year old boys that day (I was only 21 at the time) and often put up with inappropriate comments simply dismissing them as being “that” age. 3 of the boys and I were sitting in the entry way to the library as they were having issues staying quiet inside. One of them started joking that I was his girlfriend and the other took it a step further to start mentioning that “he got me pregnant” to every person walking in and out of the library. In the specific program I worked for, it was essential to keep our cool and try and re-shape behavior in a positive way. I explained several times to him that this was not appropriate behavior for a number of reasons. He continued until FINALLY the police officer working at the library came out and threatened to call security on him. It baffled me that A) probably 15 people of all different types passed by and didn’t say a word and B) that these types of behaviors are taught at such a young age. I honestly could never look at that boy the same after that and he was transferred to another group shortly after.
Around 9 pm I was waiting to cross a street. There weren’t any other pedestrians around so when a car drove by and someone screamed out “WHORE!” I knew it was directed towards me. As I stood there I couldn’t do anything but laugh since its winter here in Wisconsin and I was wearing a full length parka along with other warm, winter gear…there was nothing about me or my clothing that could have been considered “whore-ish” besides the fact that he could tell I was a woman. I felt threatened and dehumanized and was paranoid the rest of my walk home. Grow up and respect all women and pratice equality.