Verbal

White Collar Crime

I was walking up Hudson at 9:00am this morning wearing a long green bulky overcoat. I guess my mistake was wearing my hair down. I find the “street rules” rather unfair to women of color – I knew it was going to be warm and while there would be caucasian skinned women in their workout clothes walking on in silence (yes it occurs, not nearly as much) as there was in front of me, I would be a target because of my dark hair and skin – and here it goes:

While walking I hear, rather sweetly, “poo see” “poo see” slowly and surely it sinks in. He’s calling me Pussy in a gentle tone without any look of cynacism on his face while driving slowly towards a stop light in front of him.

Normally I’m paralyzed and afraid but I turned and faced him. He looked scared and kind of dumb founded – or maybe that’s just his regular face and rolled up his window as I faced him and his car staring directly at him.

Normally I scream back and hold up my middle finger, or I walk on scared but I have never been approached in this way – usually there is some sort of opener.

Why does this man think calling me a slang term of an area he was born from is okay? What would labeling me a slang genital area do for him, I don’t understand. He was in a business suit.

Submitted by Lisa

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Verbal

Spring is in the Air


Today I got my fair share (and then some) of street harassment at the behest of men who, with a whiff of spring-like weather, decide it is time to turn on the charm with the ladies.

First it was “Nice ass”
Then it was “Hey, pretty hair lady!” Over and over.
And last, but hardly least, I was greeted on Marcy Avenue with:

You have a fat (phat?) pussy.

It took a few seconds for the utter nastiness of this comment to register. When it did, I turned around, shot a picture of him. I also shot him the finger. How said chap could see my “fat/phat pussy” through my baggy jeans is anyone’s guess. Maybe he has X-ray vision like Superman?

Submitted by Miss H

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Verbal

Little Girl No More


I was standing on line at the post office when I notice this creep ogling me. When I didn’t respond to his blatant ogling, he apparently took it as a sign to take it a step further. He leaned creepily close to me and whispered “Hey, little girl… little girl, you look good…” (Mind you I am a grown 20 year old who had half a mind to kick his ass, slap some stamps to his disgusting head, and send him to the nearby dump where I’m sure he would fit right in.) Luckily the line moved forward right as I yelled “Are you fucking kidding me?” I can’t seem to go anywhere without some creep lurking around… and now they’re at the post office too!

Submitted by Cathy

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Verbal

Wanna see my tits? Here they are!

My friend had breastcancer surgery and wore a prosthesis under her bra before she could have the reconstructive surgery. She passed a building site and some of the builders shouted at her, hey love, show us your tits! My friend stopped, turned, grinned at them, then reached inside her bra, took the prosthesis out and waved it at them! She told me the look on their faces was a joy to be seen. I bet they’ll never shout at a woman again!

Submitted by Rena (from Scotland)

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Assault, Verbal

Mother/Daughter Degradation

I was driving with my daughter when we got to a red light. We notice a truck backing up (with cars behind him) and stops so our car windows meet. It was hot out so our windows were down, and he yells to get our attention. Now he had a boy sitting next to him who looked to be no older than 12. As he catcalls us, I am shocked, but my daughter always quick to think, exchanges a few words with him.

Jerk: Hey mamis, how about you say we go and double date right now, in my pants.
My Daughter: In your dreams perv.
Jerk: What you to good for me? Am I not your type.
Daughter: NO! We don’t date assholes…and you aren’t worth our time.

By then the light changes and we go off, but I remember how horrible that can make you feel, as I am usually with my husband and don’t have to deal with that, but my 16 year old daughter does, who looks younger than she is. She tells me things like that happen to her daily, and it makes me so angry that she can’t go through a day without feeling disrespected. Also the poor boy sitting next to that man (probably his dad) will just learn from him to disrespect women too. It’s unfortunate theres nothing more we can do, but I am so proud of my daughter for speaking up and I encourage every women to do the same, so we can put these assholes in their place!

Submitted by S.

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NYPD FAIL, Stalking, Verbal

But I didn’t feel safe

I was out walking my dog around 10:00AM on 88th Street betwwen Atlantic avenue and 95th Avenue in Queens (London Planetree Park) when a man pulled up in a Dodge Durango, he made a comment about the way I looked and he asked me if I had a name.

He wanted me to get into his car and I don’t think he noticed my dog. When I asked him if he was “f**king crazy” and I went to get his plate # he sped off. I stopped a police cruiser and told them about the man and the plate number. I am sure the cops dismissed my complaint. I am sure this happens a lot and women just brush it off but I didn’t feel safe. I don’t know how far it would have gone if this happened at night.

Submitted by Cicely

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Verbal

Halloween is Scary

I’m fourteen. On Halloween, I was walking across the street to my neighbor’s house in my mermaid coustume. It isn’t slutty at all. It’s got a long tail, and a blue stomach-coverup.

Anyway, a trucker runs by me and screams something like: ‘I’LL COME TO YOUR BED TONIGHT!’

I’m fucking creeped out now. No more Halloween parties for me.

Submitted by D

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Assault, Verbal

Hollaback Backfires!

i was walking down the street near my house and this guy asks me if i want “a stick or a dick?” not even sure what that really means, but as i turned around to take his picture, he takes mine too! and really close up. i continue standing outside the supermarket finishing my cigarette before i go inside and he proceeds to show me the “beautiful picture.” i grabbed his phone and tried to erase it, but he grabbed it back. i told him he was disgusting and he just smirked at me. he also had a picture of a girl with a huge ass in a thong as his phone screensaver. he obviously never had a mother.

Submitted by Rachel

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Verbal

and we never saw them again…

So I visit a girlfriend at her new job as an in-home nanny. We spend time together daily, at the gym, running errands, or just hanging out, before the kids get home from school. The house she’s living in with this family is in a new residential area with houses still being built. One day I decided to stay late and walk up the top of the street to the bus stop with her to meet one of the children she takes care of, 7 years old, as she gets out of school.
We have dealt with them before, but daily we hear hooting and hollering at us from the male construction workers at the new houses anytime we step foot outside. It was cute at first; their feign attempts to draw our attention… But, when we went to pick up the 7 year old, that day, they decided it necessary to stop working and stare at us the whole way up and back to the bus stop- EVEN while we had the little one with us! I finally was fed up and turned around after another loud, “Hey mami!” from the group and barked, “GET BACK TO WORK!”
Suddenly, their supervisor pops out from the unfinished home across the street and yells at the men. We never saw them again. 

Fortunately, I have a wonderful 12x zoom camera, and we spend lots of time outside with the kids.

Submitted by Kyle

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Verbal

Working Overtime



This delightful gentleman saw fit to shout “Hey Mami” at me as he was working at a construction site on Powers Street. Although I stopped and took his picture, it didn’t deter him from shouting the exact same thing to yet another woman a few seconds later. If this dude wants to win over the ladies, I’d recommend he clean up his attitude… and buy some pants that fucking FIT!

Submitted by Miss Heather

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