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I was at a hotel on a family vacation. I was walking past one of their restaurants where all the windows and doors were open. As I walked past one of the windows a man got up from his seat stuck his head at the window, and yelled “you’re really pretty!” I ignored him. He then walked out of the restaurant got in my face, and said “you should say thank you when someone compliments you” then he walked away. I’m fifteen.
I live in Brazil, where street harassment is not only common, but any girl that answers back is seen as a stuck up b*tch. My latest experience with street harassment was when a cop screamed “hottie” at me. He was carrying a gun on his hands. I was too scared to complain and demand his name and badge number. If cops are supposed to serve and protect, what should I do when they verbally attack me? I feel hopeless.
Some guy made gross noises to me as I walked past
I was getting an order to go at a restaurant and some guy called out, “GodDAMN”. All I want is to get food in peace.
Walking down THE STREET I LIVE ON only to have a man say to me in passing “Hey blondie, can I smell your pussy?”
Not okay, not appropriate, and I’m not going to let it intimidate me.
Honked at while walking near the mall
Some time ago my sister and I entered a shoe store to look around. An employee came up to me and at first seemed friendly, even if a little invasive. At one point he told me to smile and said something along the lines of ‘We should get working’ and did a lewd little dance. I was completely speechless and didn’t know what to say, so I went to my sister, who spoke to one of the employees, and from there we found out he was the manager. I was 15 at the time, and needless to say my sister and I haven’t stepped foot (haha) in that store since.
At around 22:45 on Wednesday, December 18th, I was walking from work to a restaurant that is open all night with free wifi with the intentions of finishing my last papers of the semester. It isn’t particularly cold out right now, but I expect it will be later, so I brought an incredibly large down coat. When I was about two blocks away from the restaurant, a car full of men screamed at me to show them my tits.
It is dark out and I was by myself, but I have walked this route many times before without issue, so I didn’t react. When I didn’t react, they turned around and continued yelling. I was nearing the restaurant, so I crossed through the parking lot at the same time that two older gentlemen did. I opened the door and they followed me in, so the hostess assumed we were together. When she offered to set a table for three, I said “No, just one.” The men behind me, who are easily older than my father, told me that she could set a table for three if I wanted, and I refused staunchly. They called me a bitch as I followed the hostess to a table. I am so furious that I am shaking.
The picture is a selfie I took a while back in the coat for reference. It is several sizes too large for layering purposes, and it literally goes down to the tops of my boots.
A man on the rapidride D bus line heading north hurled sexist insults at the female bus driver. When I grumbled that that was not cool, he turned and made obscene gestures at me for several minutes until he finally got off the bus.
Two men in their twenties followed me while I was walking to the store. They repeatedly made sexual comments about my body and followed me about two blocks to the store front before they left.