Nonverbal Harassment, Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: Invading my personal space

Man approached me late at night, invading my personal space and calling me “baby,”

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Nonverbal Harassment, Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: Leery Creep

Man leered at me as I walked home and made comments about my breasts.

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Nonverbal Harassment, Story, Verbal

HOLLA ON THE GO: “One walk. Four blocks. Three separate incidences of street harassment…”

One walk. Four blocks. Three separate incidences of street harassment by three separate “men.”

1. Smile for me, Baby
2. Hmmm hmmm and other moaning noises
3. Man told me to smile at him so he can give me “something to stick in my mouth”

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Ellen’s Story: Harassed After a Long Day at Work

I wanted to join a charity 5 mile walk on a Saturday at 10:30am. But I worked night shift the night before. After talking to the charity I decided that I would get out of work at 7:30am, drive home and walk as soon as I got home. I made it into town and a car carrying two young men. When they drove by the one hollered ” Cheese hog! “. I was overweight at the time. They had no idea that I was walking for charity alone after working a twelve hour night shift as a nurse. I was humiliated.

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Tabetha’s Story: “I’m Sick of Feeling Like an Object”

First let me say I have a boyfriend whom I love. The attention he gives me is pure and kind and he’s wonderful. However, attention from anyone but him makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and dirty.
The other day, I was biking home from my job and was almost home when a car full of guys slows down as it drives past me. They start to call out to me and whistle and hollar out things like “hottie! Over here!” They were waving me over with their arms. I was so confused because I didn’t understand why they thought that would work! I got home not long after and I couldn’t get out of my head feelings of guilt and sadness. I felt dirty and like I was a slut… Even though I hadn’t done anything wrong! I’m sick of feeling like an object males think they can pick up and use.

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Nonverbal Harassment, Story, Verbal

Tamsin’s Story: “R.E.S.P.E.C.T…find out what it means to me…”

I once asked a boyfriend why guys whistle at girls and he said because they are cowards and don’t have the guts to ask the girl out.

I repeated the same to a guy in a truck once who so sleazily whistled at me. I stepped up onto the stairs of his truck, told him what my guy said and he was humiliated…. LMFAO.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T… find out what it means to me …

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Denelle’s Story: “I pretended I didn’t hear and continued on my way.”

During my “year out” backpacking through Europe, I left the hostel with a daypack and was strolling down the street where food and things were for sale. I was eating a banana (my breakfast) and 2 Mid-Eastern men said (in fractured English for my benefit), “She’s so fat, she eats a banana.”
Well, not only was it ignorant of my situation, but that they said it so I’d understand it infuriated me. But I pretended I didn’t hear and continued on my way. It still bothers me even though I ended up losing almost 90 pounds during that year, just by walking everywhere and eating healthy “picnic-style” for most of my meals.

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Cherry’s Story: “I was going for my 5pm run.”

I was going for my 5pm run. I walked passed a guy in his mid 30s, he asked me “When will I see you again”. I gave him that disgusted look. It seems that he didn’t get the point.

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HOLLA ON THE GO: A man shouted out of the window

A man driving by me and two others (one of which was a minor) shouted “nice ass” out of the window of his car

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Nonverbal Harassment, Story, Verbal, youth

Erin’s Story: “The driver stopped his car right in my path.”

I was walking from my apartment late one morning to get to class. It’s a 10 minute walk from my front door to my desk. That day, I was slumming really hard, I don’t care what I look like for a 10 am algebra class: black gym shorts, grubby t shirt. My apartment is on the corner of the intersection. I was about halfway through the intersection when a car suddenly turned left onto the street I am crossing. The driver stopped his car right in my path.

“Where you goin looking like that, you wanna come with me?”

When confronted, my first instinct is to become combative, and this was no different. I screamed at him: “get your f*cking car out of my way, it’s none of your business where I’m going.”

“Aw baby you ain’t got to be like that,” he said as he pulled away.

Ok, dude, you ain’t got to block my path with your whole entire CAR as I’m walking to class. I don’t CARE how short my shorts are.

And this is but a single instance. Where my neighbors were protective and kind, the men who hang out at the corner store were vocal enough about harassing my roommate and I that we began to take a different route to leave the neighborhood. Getting on my bike was impossible without some dude saying something to me. Young teenagers half my age would hit on me on the street, in this neighborhood, street harassment is par for the course.

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