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What is it with me and bad men in Briton? So I’m there on business again and am having an Archers Aqua outside a bar on Poland Street and gossiping with some of the girls here when I notice that this guy in another group (we are outside as its one of those crowded places) and he’s giving me the eye – I’m not showing off except up top and I’m feeling confident – he’s pretty cute but is drunk and swaying a bit. We carry on drinking and laughing and dancing around a bit outside because its that kind of place and he starts dancing closer with his back to me making these weird sounds like “ummmm…ummmmm.ungh unga..ungh” and thrusting his groin forward (away from me thankfully). I don’t think much of it and he seems more stupid than cute then, especially when he starts to rub his own butt in a nasty way and boogies over to his small group. As we get pushed closer to his group by the crowd I see he keeps looking right at me, leering and I catch bits of his drunken conversation in which he looks at me and mumbles something about a ‘hot carl’ and a ‘cleveland steamer’ and (most scary – I’m sure its about
me but couldn’t prove it) “I’ll put that booty in a wheelchair like a batty boy” in between gross oogling. I come from quite a conservative background and I haven’t heard some of this stuff before I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable but am tipsy and am waiting for someone to call a cab. More people are leaving and this guy just keeps looking at me and I’m sure I he’s still rubbing his butt as he does this little dance. The cab pulls up – one of those VW vans as there are a bunch of us. I’m feeling happy – its been a good night overall with my local girlfriends – then this FREAK looks straight at me and says “I’d reckoned you’d come back to me gaff for a spot of ice docking” and keeps doing his butt dance mumbling “rimm it rimm me off batty bitches”. I have my camera phone with a zoom in my handbag and pull it out as we pull off – think I have the bastards face but all I got is this blur of him doing his butt dance pointing at himself.
We talk about it safe in the back of the cab and apparently these kind of guys are all over Soho. I ask the girls what those terms mean and it is the grossest, most degrading crap I have ever heard. It all involves faeces and is not funny – horrible and violating. I wanted to vomit when I thought about the ice docking. You think you wouldn’t run into poop obsessed street harassers that need to be put away in a nice part of London. I’m so angry…Yuck!
Submitted by Roxie
“I’m sorry, I just have to ask: Is that a Brazilian runway strip or natural?”
Submitted by Destiny
Submitted by Elizabeth
During that huge heat wave in early August, I succombed to that bizarre formal shorts fashion trend. I went out in my tweed formal shorts and black pumps. Around 9pm on a Tuesday night, I’m walking east on Astor Pl and a man in an MTA uniform (wearing the ugly uniform shorts) says to me “Hey baby! Who do you think looks better in shorts? Me or you?” At first I just rolled my eyes, and kept walking.
Then I remembered your site, got motivated to shut this fucker up and walked back to him. He greeted me with “oh…well then, you like shorts don’t you?” I noticed the creep had on a ring of sorts and so I said to him. “How about you call your wife with that cell phone sticking out of your pocket and tell her how you feel about my shorts, huh?” He looked all confused and said “What?” I just responded with a “You heard me… And you look terrible in shorts. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”
He started to mumble something in his defense and I just decided he wasn’t worth my time anymore, so I flipped him off and walked away.
Too bad I forgot to take a picture. His uniform did have some sort of MTA ID number on it after all. But thank you thank you thank you HollaBack NYC for teaching me to defend my body! Maybe my story will inspire some others to do the same.
Submitted by Julie.
Like most unemployed people with art degrees, I have a hobby. This hobby is documenting the dog shit problem in my community: Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I even have a blog about it: www.newyorkshitty.com. Perhaps you have heard of it.
ANYWAY— for reasons you can well imagine, this endeavor requires that I hit the streets (camera and notepad in hand) to follow-up shit tips from readers. And just over a week ago, I did just this. The area in question was Norman Avenue between Guernsey and Banker St. I was not disappointed. In fact, I got a little something extra, which I am sending to you. // <![CDATA[
These four assholes saw fit to stop loading materials onto a\ntruck to wolf-call me. I paused for a moment, pulled out my camera and took a\nphoto of them. Being the crack-journalist that I am, I even made a notation of\nthe address on my notepad: 34\n Norman Avenue. This act worried one of the workers;\nhe peered around the corner as I continued my rounds and yelled something back\nto his cohorts (en Espanol). Maybe one (or all) of them were undocumented,\nmaybe not, who knows?
\nWhat I *do* know is that if I were\nin such a position, I’d keep my mouth (and fly shut)--- ESPECIALLY if a\nbroad carrying a notepad and camera was snooping around my place of employment.\nNot very bright.
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These four assholes saw fit to stop loading materials onto a truck to wolf-call me. I paused for a moment, pulled out my camera and took a photo of them. Being the crack-journalist that I am, I even made a notation of the address on my notepad: 34 Norman Avenue. This act worried one of the workers; he peered around the corner as I continued my rounds and yelled something back to his cohorts (en Espanol).
If I were him, I’d keep my mouth (and fly shut)— ESPECIALLY if a broad carrying a notepad and camera was snooping around my place of employment. Not very bright.
Submitted by Miss H
Let me start by saying that I am a native of both Dublin and London. I am used to the leers and hoots of random perverted jackasses from pubs as they glug beer and watch the footie game on the television. But since I moved to New York City in July 2005, at the age of seventeen, I can honestly say I’ve encountered more lewd fuckwits in one thirteen mile long city in one year than you can shake a stick at.
My favourite has to be the asshole who phoned me the other day. I do not have caller ID (but you can be damn sure I’m having it installed ASAP, after this incident). Our conversation goes a bit like this:
*panting and crashing from other end*
Random fuckwit: Hey, sexy.
Me: Who is this?
Random fuckwit: Your stallion. Rawr (I wish I could say I was joking)
Me: Stallions don’t rawr. Who are you, and why are you phoning me?
Random fuckwit: *in ridiculous, downright embarassing attempt of a proper English accent: Are you British, mate?
Me: Yes, *mate*, and I’m about to hang up. Bye now.
Random fuckwit: Do you mind if I jack off?
Me: Be my guest. *slam phone down*
As much as I love being accosted by some asshat on the phone, I think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t share this with the rest of the world. Enjoy, ladies, and keep yourselves safe. And Mr. Fuckwit, wherever you are: get a new hobby.
Submitted by Rory
He walked past as I was entering my building and said slimily, “Hey Gorgeous.” Fuck you. Don’t you think it scares me that you know where I live? Go fuck yourself.
Submitted by Julie
Two days later, my friend Anna says, “Nice legs,” to which I responded, “Hey, thanks!”
Funny how the same words feel so different.
Submitted by Emily
i am a photographer in nyc.
i was shooting at a studio by chelsea pier today when my client said they wanted some outside shots. the model, myself, and the art director walked no more than 50 ft from the building when the whistles and bullshit started up from a nearby construction site. the poor girl was wearing winter clothing in 100 degree weather and now she’s got to put up with these clowns.
so i say something like “i don’t bother you at your work, why do you have to make my job hard?” with that a few of the guys came closer asking me why i was getting nasty with them, they actually had the nerve to be pissed at me. my client grabbed me by the arm and told me to keep shooting. we finished up quickly and as we were leaving a van pulled up at a light with another asshole talking bout a great ass or some shit like that, so i spun and snapped his pic.
where the fuck do these guys get off doing this shit, don’t they have daughters, mothers, sisters, or wives?
great site and i hope to see it blow up even though every single story makes me see fucking red.
keep snapping safely ladies, these are not men, they are pigs, show the world who they are.
submitted by eric v.
En route to sunny North Carolina, we stop at an Eckard’s for some oh-so-neccessary Diet Coke and Junior Mints. As I walk out, a hoard of riff-raff rolls by on skateboards. One particularly squirmy one said, “Hey baby, what’s your name.”
I heard them yell as the rolled out of sight, “Yo, that chick has a camera! Go, go!”
Submitted by Emily