Me and 11 girls from my class were on a weekend in London from Sweden. We went to the restaurant Chiquito to eat, however, in the middle of dinner, a complete strangers approached our table and started to make really offensive comments about the fact that 8/12 of us were blondes and Swedish. We tried to make him understand that we did not want to talk to him so we began talking in Swedish, however he stayed and ordered a glass of water and refused to leave. We had to ask the waiter to get him to go away. It completely destroyed the happy mood of the dinner because if a big group of girls sit together, they probably want to stay there together and talk to each other not strangers that makes sexist jokes about stupid blonde Swedish girls.
Beach week: a week for post-graduate, high-school seniors to go to their beach of choice for a week during the summer for their last “hurrah” before reality strikes and everyone has to start college. I was in a house with five other girls; all six of us were eighteen, best friends, and couldn’t wait to take on the week together. It was our first night in Myrtle Beach and, of course, everyone in our grade wanted to find the best party to start our week off. My friends and I had spent all day at the beach and had come in to get ready for the big night ahead. Once everyone was ready we all decided on a place to meet up with everyone else in our grade, and headed out. It was about a twenty-minute walk from our house to where we were meeting up with our other friends. Never did it cross our naïve minds that six, eighteen year old girls would be put in a situation that could’ve been deemed unsafe that night at the beach. We had been walking for a few minutes when the first catcalling perpetrator began shouting at us to come with him, because he would show us “a fun time.” Slightly spooked, we all linked up and continued walking. A few minutes later a group of guys, maybe mid-twenties, were on the other side of the road shouting at us again. These men were obviously under the influence of alcohol and were screaming incredibly inappropriate comments about our legs, outfits, skin color, etc. Although these men didn’t physically harm us, we were very scared, and this is my problem with this type of harassment. There is no reason, whatsoever, why six girls couldn’t engage in a beach week of their own, without the crude remarks of men having a “fun time,” while deliberately degrading us girls.
I was walking along with my boyfriend and was catcalled by a man on the street.
I am 60 years old. Working in New York city’s garment center for 20 years should have gotten me used to being sexually harassed,right? My boss greeted me with “get on your knees, and get under my desk…open wide for chunky!!!!” Every morning.Fun.The head salesman spent his time trying to get me in a corner,or grope my 20 year old assistant. His boss yelled “clams!” or “fishmarket!”everytime a woman walked into his office.Recently, at a restaurant, we had dinner with about 12 other artists-and my parents were also there. I am a hardworking glass artist,who was taught by my business partner and mate.I switched mediums, and have been doing this for 8 years. There were a lot of other glass artists at the table, and talk turned to glass. One of the Guys was drunk, got loud, and started a riff on how much our studio must stink, because, of course, all that funk between a female glass artist’s legs! especially in the heat!Hilarious! All the glass boys, including my mate thought this was just so funny! this egged the drunken guy on-what fun! Then I saw my Parents, silent, at the end of the table.
A perfect fall morning.
Time to wear my favorite sweatpants while running errands in the morning.
I get back to my apartment complex, get out of my car and walk the 50 feet to my doorstep.
Guy yells to me “Show your legs, bitch,” as I’m walking.
When you can’t even wear baggy pants and walk outside of your home in daylight without getting harassed, something is very fucking wrong.
One morning I took my 8mo old baby for a quiet walk around the neighborhood. It was cool and sunny, I was really enjoying myself as my baby fell asleep in his stroller.
As I got near an intersection, a car with two men drove past me. Suddenly, they made a u-turn and slowed down beside me. They started blowing kisses at me, and asking me if I “had a man”. I tried to ignore them, but they continued, then I told them to go away as I was married and not interested. Then they asked if the baby was mine, and if I was still with my “baby-daddy”.
I was fed up, so I told them that if they didn’t go away I would call the police and say they were trying to kidnap my baby. Finally they drove away, but not without calling me a bitch first. I was terrified of these guys hurting me, or my baby.
I lived in that neighborhood for three years, and due to this incident, that was the only time I ever went for a walk by myself.
When I started going to college, I knew the dangers of being a female student on a large campus. I kept telling myself that I would be careful and not put myself in a situation where something could happen to me. That is until I was sexually harassed while waiting for my friends to show up to watch a movie at the campus theater.
He approached me after I passed by him on the way to the theater. His question was simple at first asking where the study rooms were? I told him where he could find them and was ready to be on my way. He then proceeded to ask what my name was. I was used to that on campus since I usually gave people directions and they would thank me and ask for my name. It didn’t seem strange at that point. Then he asked if he could add me on Facebook. Alarm bells went off and I lied saying I didn’t have one. He started asking where I lived and if he could come home with me. I didn’t connect the dots at first but I said that I had a roommate and I didn’t bring men home.
He then asks if he can talk to me for a bit. I thought since we were in a public place that everything was okay so I sat down outside the theater, attempting to finish homework due at midnight, and hoped my friends would get here faster. He then proceeded to ask if I wanted to go to a motel with him after moving his chair closer to me. I was uncomfortable and I tried to casually move a little further away. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I shake my head telling him ‘I wasn’t that kind of girl.’ I sent another urgent message to my roommate telling her that I needed someone to get me out of the situation. The man kept asking if I would sleep with him and kept complimenting me telling me I was such ‘a special girl’ and his ‘typical’ hookup. My heart was racing and I could feel myself starting to panic. I kept telling him that I wasn’t interested and finally he walks back to the computers and he continues to watch me.
My roommate comes running around the corner and I quickly gather my things and calmly walk over to her. I blamed myself for what happened. I should have known better than to tell him my name or the fact that I sat down. What else could I do? It was late and no one was around. I certainly wasn’t going to go outside in the dark with him around. I can still smell the alcohol and hear his voice as he talked to me. I’m still shaking after the encounter.
The worst feeling wasn’t just how the man treated me but when I told someone working in the SUB, he was a little unhappy that I couldn’t give a description other than his breath smelled like alcohol. I thought his shirt was red but after seeing him again in the SUB it turns out it was white. The employee I reported it to was a little upset he had to call campus PD to change my description of the man.
What can I say, I was shaken up and frankly, I’m lucky I remembered as much as I did. I just hope this doesn’t happen to another girl on my campus. I haven’t reported what happened to campus police. Honestly, I don’t want to feel like it was my fault. I’m already blaming myself enough and my campus, like so many others, is having issues with the police hiding reports of rape and sexual harassment. It isn’t worth telling them when I will be blamed for what happened.
I decided to wear shorts and my bikini top down the road to the beach. I live in a small beach town and everyone walks around in swimsuits but I have large boobs so of course I usually cover up to avoid harassment. Decided ‘fuck it I feel good and I want to enjoy sun’. Well that happiness changed fast, bunch of guys yelled sexual things and then a car pulled up and some twenty or thirty something year old guy asked me if I wanted a ride. I was around fifteen or sixteen. I said no and walked away fast but he kept following me for a while and then finally left. I put my shirt on after that.
I was getting off the elevator in the building I work in, and a slimy old man made this really gross ‘Mmmm!’ sound at me when he saw me. Then as I walked by he gave me this oversized, creepy smile and and equally creepy “Hello.”
It was one of those annoying instances where it happened so fast that what he was doing didn’t even register until I had already walked past him. Wish I had thought quicker and said something, and found out what company he worked for to report him. If I run into him again and that happens, that’s definitely what I’m going to do.
Guys yelled at me and the friend I was walking with as they drove by.