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Finally, an older woman that was standing next to him politely asked if he could tone down his language. Unfortunately, the main jerk directed his drunken wrath at her by telling her that he could say “whatever the fuck” he wanted to because it was a free country and he had his first amendment right to do so. The woman tried to calmly reason with him but he continued cursing and and said that she, as a white woman, had no right to talk to him. The woman finally just moved away while he continued shouting and laughing at her with his friends.
At that point, I was boiling mad and felt like I had to do something. That’s when I took out my camera phone and started snapping this fool from behind (he’s the one in the burgundy shirt). The women standing near me smiled and nodded approvingly.
Once the train reached Grand Central, a bunch of people got off but the jerk and his cronies stayed on, still shooting off at the mouth. I kept snapping as they turned around, wanting them to know what I was doing. When one of them saw me, he yelped, “Hey, you can’t take my picture!” He started to lecture me on his rights when I flatly told him that I was a lawyer and I didn’t need a lesson on the law.
He got quiet but not before the main jerk told him to leave me alone because I was a black woman and that I shouldn’t be disrespected. Are you kidding me??? Then he had the nerve to try and “holla” at me by looking me up and down and telling me that I was the “queen of the Earth” but I just glared right at him. When he saw he didn’t have a taker, he then asked to see my pictures on my phone but I flatly told him no.
Finally, the idiots got quiet and didn’t say anymore to me or anyone else. At last, some peace and quiet! I got off at my stop and walked away feeling ten feet tall.
Submitted by Jaimee
Harassment starts at home, it seems. I left my apartment early this afternoon, and walked only a few steps before a large man with a cell and a cigar started leering. He gave me the elevator eyes and said, “Niiiiiiiice legs. Why don’t you walk that pretty pussy over here?”
I walked on, but he continued, “Oh, come on and don’t be RUDE baby, you know I just think you sexy!”
Now, I’ve been putting up with street harassment for about 6 years. It runs the gamut from the mundane catcalls and the counterman’s hand lingering just a bit too long and stroking just a bit too knowingly when returning my change, to the truly terrifying instances of being grabbed (five times in all, once by the hair), and the nauseating displays of public masturbation (I’ve caught SIX men masturbating to me on the train, so much for working nights). When I tell people about these instances they usually assume I am being too sensitive, that I’m exaggerating, or, worst of all, that I must be wearing or doing something to solicit this sort of behavior. I’d read about hollaback before but was always just a bit to embarrassed or scared to say or do anything myself.
But today, when I turned around and saw that big fat man with his big fat grin staring back at me, something just clicked (notable, my camera). I whipped it out and snapped his picture. He yelled, “What you takin’ my picture for? Do you know me?” To which I responded, “What you talkin’ ’bout my pussy for? Do you know me?”
As he turned tail in shame I hollered to him, “Check out hollabacknyc.blogspot.com, see your picture online!”
As I walked the 7 minutes from the train station to my front door last night, I counted seven men who said something inappropriate to me, me in my modest kindergarten teacher’s attire (I didn’t count the ones who just leered or gestured) — that’s one a minute. They’re both perverse and pervasive, and must be stopped. I am not exaggerating and I’m not being too sensitive, and NOW I’m on a mission to collect the proof. Here he is, my number one, only a few thousand to go.
Submitted by Hannah
The shouting became incessant. They started approaching us. We started to get very, very nervous. Now, I’m not so much a delicate flower as a holy terror in a mosh pit. But you can’t overlook the fact we’re still two 5′ 0″ teenagers with a backpack full of clothes, and they’re grown-ass male fuckbags with a whole pack of grown-ass fuckbags behind them. This is the point where it’s generally advisable to run.
Not today. Glow stood up and began screaming, along the lines of “WHY ARE YOU SEXUALLY HARRASSING ME?! I COULD BE YOUR DAUGHTER! WHY ARE YOU SEXUALLY HARRASSING ME?! WHY?! WE’RE JUST TRYING TO TAKE PICTURES! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” Not to be outdone, I felt the need to add “WHY WON’T YOU LEAVE US ALONE?! THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE! WE’RE MINORS! STOP SEXUALLY HARRASSING US!”
Well, that sort of did the trick. They turned and ran to the other basketball court, though not fast enough to escape Glow’s lens. But best of all, not twenty seconds afterwards, two security guards came running up to us. After explaining the situation (much to their credit, they didn’t scoff or dismiss verbal assault as a waste of time, like some policemen I know), they told us to be careful, and that they would be sitting nearby now, even if they couldn’t kick them out of the park (why not, I still don’t know). But by then we were too weirded out and scared to stay any longer. We thanked them and left.
But since male privilege does not pertain exclusively to gang-y fuckbags in parks, as a few blocks away, we were verbally assaulted by another pair of cockmonglers.
This time I walked close enough for them to hear me and asked why felt the need to say those things to us. Being cockmonglers of the weaselly breed, their Cockweasel-in-Chief came up with some smirky story of mistaking me for their niece.
So, that’s the sad story of two girls who had the audacity of being young, female, and pedestrians, but more importantly, young female pedestrians with NO MALE CHAPERONE! The horror! They were asking for it!
Hmmm. At least we got some great pics out of it. Props to Glow, whose deviantart boasts some of the more succesful shots from the first two locations, and to the two security guards at the park: authority figures who deserve that responsibility. And as Glow said, “I bet those fucks have never been questioned by a girl in drag queen lashes before.”
Submitted by Christiane in Nicaragua
I stopped and took his picture. Unlike most people I photograph, this asshole was hamming it up for the camera. Given that he was operating a commercial vehicle, it begs one to wonder what his employer would think of his conduct. I for one thought he was behaving in a decidedly UNprofessional manner.
Submitted by Miss H from www.newyorkshitty.com
I was walking through town to get the bus, wearing dungarees, a Sonic the Hedgehog t-shirt and a pair of manky Converse, and some baldy 23-year-old dick went “Excuse me.” I was deep in thoughts of Iain Banks and Dylan Moran:
To be honest I wish I’d said something scathing, but really, I was distracted.
Submitted by Susanna, Scotland
As I was walking to school the other day, I had a little adventure…
A man accosted me on the street and started a conversation, which went like this:
Man: in his best sultry bedroom voice, “serious question.”
Man: “has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
Me: “serious question.”
Me: “has that ever worked for you?”
I walked off. He proceeded to follow me, calling me a “bitch,” a “cunt” and so forth. He told me he just wanted to tell me how beautiful I am, I must be frigid, I must hate sex and, now, he’s changed his mind and I’m ugly. I continue to ignore him and, finally, I see my chance–I duck into the school bookstore to escape. The last thing I hear as the door closes behind me is, “and yes, it has worked for me! All the time!” I tell the woman who works there, who I’m friendly with, what just happened. She says, “wait, hang on,” and she describes him to me perfectly. She asks, “is that the guy?” I answer, “yes, absolutely.” It turns out that he was in the school bookstore not 10 minutes ago, making passes against her and rubbing up against the books.
Submitted by CJ
Walking towards the subway I see two guys eyeing me, but try to ignore them. Then I hear one of them say, “Hey baby, how you doin’? How you feelin’? COME SEE DADDY!” (impossible to put into words how creepy and disgusting that last part is.) I turn around to confront the guy. “How can you talk that way to someone you’ve never met before? I don’t know you! Why don’t you learn some manners? Why don’t you go home and ask your mother to teach you some manners?” All he can manage during this tirade is to repeat “go away, aw, go away.” Funny, he wanted my attention so badly a moment ago.
I turn and keep walking, but then remember my cell phone, so I go back to look for him. I spot him and his silent friend through a window, inside a small store. I step in and aim my camera at the back of his head. “Hey, loser!” He turns around and I snap his photo. He realizes, too late, what I’m trying to do. “Oh, no” he says, as he tries to step away, but there is no room to go anywhere. He says again, “go away, go away.” I respond, “You’re going on the internet, loser!” and walk out of the store.
Submitted by Nancy
The woman was taken to the hospital and is in serious condition. The driver of the truck is still at large. If he’s ever found, police say they may charge him with attempted murder.
Submitted by Ann
Although I do not live in New York City, I was recently in a gas station near my school in a different city. I was buying a pack of gum before school with my mother and sister. I came in alone quickly. I walked up to the wrong register and the cashier smiled and said other counter. I am normally very friendly and polite so I smiled and said okay.
As i was buying the gum, the man had enough gut to say “You are very pretty. How old are you?” My smile quickly faded. As i turned deep red, I mumbled something and ran out. I was so mad that some random man could just ask me a question like that and assume it’d be okay. I felt very violated. i know that my story isn’t nearly as bad as most of the other’s, but I wanted to share it.
Be careful out there, girls. Even we are at risk. The harassment has already begun.
Submitted by K.