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.
I live in an apartment complex on Lawrence street and make the less than 10 minute walk down Lincoln Street to my office every day. For the past week there has been a large group of construction workers on the corner of Lawrence and South Waverly building some sort of high end townhouses. For the first few days I walked past I thought nothing of it, but now as the building site progresses there are more than a dozen men working on it. The first day I walked by i could vaguely hear yelling through my headphones and some whistling but I ignored it. When I returned that afternoon for lunch it was the same thing. The third time I walked by I turned and saw them all standing at the edge of the building staring at me and yelling and whistling at me. On my way home I took the long way around to avoid them and have done so almost every time I walk to or from work. When I don’t have the time to make the longer walk (it ends up just about doubling my commute) they do the same thing, all stoping to stare at me, whistle, and yell things that I can’t understand due to listening to music. The entire situation is affecting my day and my emotional well being and I am at the point of considering calling the building company to complain. This is not okay.
Guy on street: hey cutie
Me: excuse me?
Guy: I said hey cutie
Me: you shouldn’t talk to people that way
Guy: I’ll talk to people however I want
Me: well you shouldn’t
Guy (now across the street): if you don’t like it, you don’t have to listen!
I was walking back home from tutoring a kid across the street. This guy was sitting on the bus stop. As soon as he saw me, he started following me. I was so shocked because I never experienced this so I didn’t know what to do. He kept asking me to go with him and asking for my address. I didn’t tell him. He offered to pay if I go along. I said no and i started walking faster. He still followed. As soon as I approached my house I ran inside while panicking. I am only 14. This should not be happening to me or any other person. Ever since I was too scared to get out the house for even the corner store.
Currently there is construction of a new building on Hanover street in Portland Maine. The men working there constantly catcall upon walking by. Ignoring gets old so have yelled out stop a few times with no luck and flipped them off a few times. Now having to take a longer route to avoid them. Would love for them to get spoken to.
I was walking down a city street with my husband about a block from our house. A black Cadillac full of dudes drives by and screams “Hey, titties!” out the window at me. Apparently wearing a cross body bag across a tank top on a hot summer day is an invitation to be harassed. We ignore them and keep walking but they’re stuck in traffic. “Come on, turn around bitch!” was their follow up since I didn’t dignify their harassment the first time around. At this point my husband was enraged and started walking towards their car asking if they had a problem they wanted to get out of the car to solve. He pulled out his phone and started taping them. Miraculously, they had nothing else to say.
It’s not the first time this has happened to me and I know it won’t be the last. But nonetheless, I was filled with that hopeless anger afterward. We were at breakfast afterward and I was expressing to my husband that things like this make me feel like I need to lose as much weight as I can so I can get rid of the harassment bait attached to my body. (I’m a 36B). FWIW, I was wearing a tank top from a teenage clothing line and shorts.
I considered giving the plate number to the police, but for what? The last time I was being threatened (by a tenant of mine) they told me there was nothing they could do unless it was violent. THANKS WORLD.
There were 2 lines of men (on one each side of the sidewalk) because the clinic was about to open it’s doors. There were several guys who grabbed their crotches and thrusted their pelvis at me. Most of the other men did smacking sounds with their lips or asked for my number. It was like walking through a gauntlet.