Standing at bus corner in St. Louis, MO. Old man walked by me and said “damn you fine”, then passed behind me while I was waiting to see my butt. School bus driver passed by, honked, and stared while pointing at me. All within 9 minute wait for the bus. I was not wearing anything revealing. Often I get harassed while at bus stops no matter what I wear.
I work in a restaurant everyday. That’s why when i come home it’s already late and night has fallen
I take the metro and many young boys shout at me.
I was very surprised when i turned around and i saw their childhish faces.
They insulted me. I told them that i was more older and that they can’t talking to the girl like that.
I follow my road and i never forget that in every age, we can be a victim or a protagonist of street harassment.
One day in the subway, a man came to me. He asked me my first name, I have not answered him. He began to say to the other men in the metro, “Do not tell him I not laugh.” Shocked I tell him to stop! He insults me by saying “bitch” I have girls like you all day and they have earned me money!
I was walking to class when I reached the 12th and Jefferson bus stop. Two men were blockig the sidewalk behind the bus stop shelter, and there was a crowd of people in front of it. I walked by and they immediately started looking me up and down, whistling, making gross kissing noises, and catcalling. No one said anything. I looked at them and said “don’t talk to me.” One started to follow me to class and I called the campus public safety. I was victim-blamed for being “a beautiful woman.”
First week of college and a group of guys told me I was “looking fine” as I walked by. I said it wasn’t for them.
Drunk guy in bar harassing my friends. Friends looked at their shoes and tried to stop interaction by not responding. Drunk guy touched my friend inappropriately. I turned him around by his shoulder and grabbed his hand.
Me: Hey man, what’s your name?
Me: Nice to meet you, ___.
Him: I like you. You’re nice to me. They’re being ******.
Me: No, you’re just bothering them and they don’t like it. So you need to stop that now.
Him: Let me show you a picture.
Me: No, I don’t need to see that. You need to go away or I’m telling someone to get you out of here.
Interaction stopped! Did I have to see a cell phone picture of his junk in order to get him to go away? Yes. Did any other larger, more capable, male-gendered (therefore viewed as more threatening and worthier of respect) person in the bar – of which there were PLENTY – try and help me out? No!
But did the guy go away and stop touching my friends?
Yes he did.
As I attend school in downtown Cincinnati, I understood that it wasn’t always a pretty place. I’ll be adding more stories of things that I have experienced and witnessed, but here’s one that was my first.
It was August and still hot on the streets so I wore what was comfortable, shorts and a t-shirt. After leaving school for the day, I headed to the library to meet a friend.
Heading down the street, I noticed the occasional security guards from numerous companies and felt pretty safe. Out of nowhere, a black pickup truck pulled up next to me.
The man in the front seat leaned out and yelled, even though he was directly next to me,”How about you get in and we’ll show you why two is better than one.”
Instinctually, I took off, dashing down the street as his friend yelled,”DYKE BITCH!” out the window.
When I reached the library. I didn’t tell my friend a word of what happened. I regretted not speaking up sooner and blaming myself for the harassment. Even the school dress code told me that I was a distraction.
Street harassment should not be the norm for young girls.
We daily experienced that verbal harassment while walking !
While jogging, I was video tapped, cat called and followed for about 10 minutes. Infuriating!!
This is an old story. This is not new. Still, I think it is important people know what happens in a “quaint tourist town.”
I was 11 the first time I was wolf whistled at while walking in town. I didn’t even have boobs.
I was walking home from school at the age of 15, dressed in baggy clothes, when an old man kept circling the block. He later followed me and my friends to a grocery store.
I was walking home from work as a waitress at the age of 16, when I had a man in his 40s slow his car down and ask me “How much for a party?” He refused to leave me alone and refused to believe I wasn’t a prostitute until a cop car came by.