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I was riding my bike and I stopped in DUMBO to figure out directions on my silly phone, when two guys started making kissy noises from the top of this building. I looked up and I couldn’t see them anywhere, so I just kept waiting for ever-so-slow google maps to load. After two minutes, they were still making kissy noises. Impressive I thought. Eventually one of two things will happen:
1. They will get tired. Making kissy noises is a very exhausting mouth maneuver.
2. They will realize that they are two dudes who have been making kissy noises at some girl who oh-so-far away for extended periods of time, their masculinity will come into question, and they will go back to drinking their beers quietly.
This little social experiment lasted for a full five minutes, with no conclusion. Finally, I gave up and left to a chorus of “Oh no don’t leave! Come back baby!” Wow.
Submitted by Emily
The other night I was walking home and some dude was standing outside of one of those odd private party club places. He said, “there’s a party in there, you should come in and dance with me.” I laughed warmly, looked over at the man that I didn’t recognize but assumed I’d met before at some point, and said “no thanks.”
As I made my way halfway down the block I heard “fucking bitch!” Not in my neighborhood, buddy. Choosing between the delightful options of this big city girl crushing his small town balls or snapping this picture, I decided to Hollaback.
Submitted by Emily
This morning I got on an elevator with a female colleague on our way to a meeting. A man joined us and as the door closed said “You have beautiful eyes” in a very dirty voice. I said a muffled “thank you”, avoiding eye contact. He then had time to say “you’re pretty and “I want to talk to you” all in a very disturbing voice. He even said hello to my collegaue, and asked her to tell “her friend” that she had beautiful eyes.
I was only going to the 2nd floor but it felt like the 20th. After my colleague and I got off, I was utterly perturbed. I felt like he had violated me. Looking back, this would have been a perfect time to “hollaback”- I had my cellphone camera easily accessible in my pocket, and a good 30 seconds of captivity with him to get a good shot. But I was so mortified I didnt think of it- I wasn’t thinking at all. All I could do was stare ahead at the door, waiting for my floor, hoping he would stop. On one hand I am glad I wasn’t alone with him- god only knows what could have happened. On the other hand, it was embarrassing to be treated like that in front of a colleague, without defending myself or speaking out against what was happening to me. I fret that I may have lost her respect- or more, that he took my dignity from me in front of her.
I hope next time I will find the strength and the power to take action. To speak up and to hollaback.
Submitted by Kate
I’m writing with a story that got me so mad, and I was so furious that I didn’t have any recourse. I’m glad to have found this blog.
I recently began riding a bike around in Brooklyn. I’m a violin teacher. I dress like a teacher, and had my instrument and a backpack, and was wearing a helmet.
I swear to god, as I was riding in the bike lane on Pacific Avenue in Prospect Heights, a truck driver literally BARKED at me. Repeatedly.
As traffic went forward, his truck got ahead of me. When I passed him again, he did it again. Barking? What the hell? I’m a teacher!!!!
I have felt angry about the “hey beautifuls” I get all the time, but this is absolutely outrageous. I seriously wanted to harm that guy. I didn’t have my phone out, or I would’ve done the photo thing. I could’ve gotten his license plate too. Next time, I will be prepared.
The weird thing is, my boyfriend, who is really sensitive and wonderful, has never heard most of these comments. He is still surprised when I tell him what someone just said to me. He believes me, but he just doesn’t hear them.
Thanks for listening. I hope we can pass more laws that will criminalize this behavior. It really sucks.
Submitted by Anonymous
I was walking back to the Credit Suisse building from lunch through Madison Sq Park, and one walkway out was filled with construction workers on both sides. As women walked by, this group of 15+ men would hold up placards with numbers written on them (1-10)— and that’s not the most ridiculous part. I asked a “ranger” in a pimped out smart cart to intervene, and he replied, “Well, what did you get? You know you’re a 10 in my book”. I told the security officer in my building the same thing, who answered in the EXACT same way, with an extra “baby” thrown in at the end (for good measure).
Submitted by Laura and also covered by our friends at Gothamist.
I was walking home at 12:30 at night on the corner of 23rd St and 30th Ave in Astoria, a man was standing on the corner. He said, “Hey baby, what’s your name” and he kept darting in front of me and wouldn’t let me walk past him and was trying to lunge at me and corner me into the fence. I started yelling for him to back off and get away from me and a car pulled up and that stopped him for a few seconds. I walked around him and started walking home and he was following me so I crossed the street and started walking in the middle of the road. He started running towards me so I ran out of his way and screamed “Get away from me!” over and over and he ran in front of me and crouched down and hid in between parked cars so that if I walked forward he could grab me. I ran the other way towards the hospital and called 911 while I was running. I could not file a police report because thankfully he didn’t touch me and he didn’t steal anything, but everyone in Astoria needs to watch out for perverts and predators like this creep.
Submitted by Sarah
Yesterday morning, as I was on my way to Brooklyn, I encountered a disgusting man with smirk in the Bowery Street J-M-Z train station. On the outside, he appeared as a normal middle age man. He was half bald with glasses and an ipod. When I first saw him, I thought his smirk was suspicious and thus ignored him by plugging in my own mp3 player. Before I knew it however, this man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me in perfect English, “Hi, are you going home? Are you Chinese?” I half- answered him, “uh..yea..no..” and he questioned again but this time in Chinese, “Do you go to school?” I ignored him, and as I was about to walk away, he placed his thumb on my left cheek and rubbed it saying “You have some dirt on your face.” Of course, not liking that he’s a complete stranger to me (and the fact that I don’t have dirt on my face) I quickly knocked his hand out of my way, but before I knew it, he placed his hand on my left breast!! I was so disgusted by his behavior, I quickly shoved his hand away from me and told him in the bravest tone I can conjure, “DON’T TOUCH ME! F%@K OFF!” Unfortunately, because there was only one other guy around, who had his ipod on and was reading, this disgusting old man had the nerve to smile back at me!
I was so appalled and disgusted by this man, I didn’t even think about getting his picture, all I wanted to do was to get away from this pedophile. However, if I am to ever spot him again, I’ll surely take his picture, and let the MTA booth guy know that there are sexual predators lurking in his very own station!
Submitted by Hui
There is a construction project going on down the street from my job. Everyday at noon, when my lunch hour rolls around, the construction workers take their lunch hour. One side of the street is closed off due to the construction work being done, so they sit on the other side of the street. Anytime a woman walks by, these slugs feel it necessary to make disgusting noises like “Mmmmm, mmmm”, like they are enjoying a particularly tasty dessert. Then there’s always the ever popular disgusting comments such as “Mmmm. I’d like to tap that”. Let’s not forget the creepy sandwich method. This is when two or more losers move in really close when a woman is walking by so that she is either forced to brush up against these vile, disgusting animals, or twist sideways to avoid them.
Today I decided to try something new. Usually I either ignore them, walk three blocks out of my way to avoid them or tell them to go f themselves. I decided to call my dad thinking that maybe they would leave me alone if I was talking on the phone. Yeah, that might work. Of course it didn’t work, and of course my dad yelled at me that I was overreacting. I had to deal with noises including quacking, (what is that anyway), and space invasion and stupid comments. I had had enough. When I got back to my office I decided to call the number that was on the side of the scaffolding and report these losers. I’m still angry because even if you aren’t physically assaulted, it still feels like a violation, but at least I did something about it rather than just being angry.
Submitted by Tina
I have to start by applauding this website. I heard about this site on the CW11 evening news. I hope it lets women know that it is NOT their fault. I only wish I had someone to tell me that when this incident happened to me.
As many new yorkers know, the 6 train isn’t exactly the emptiest trains, especially during rush hour. On this specific morning, it was especially crowded. It was so crowded that something behind me was poking me on my butt. I turned around to see what it was and this bald headed man, wearing a shirt and tie was behind me, smiling as he held an umbrella to my butt. I made the mistake of maneuvering around to face him in hopes that he would be too embarrassed to be do something to me as I faced him. He decided to rub his umbrella on my crotch instead. While all this happened, my heart was leaping out of my chest and I kept thinking “I should scream, no, no one would believe me. They’ll say I shouldn’t have worn tight jeans. I can tell him to stop, but what if he has a weapon? But where could he go in this crowd? What if he hurts other people on this train? Who’s going to believe me over a man in a shirt and tie?” A few seconds later, the train rolled into 42nd street, a large number of people got off and I got a chance to sit in the seat right by the door. He got off too and as he passed me he said “sweet pussy” with a smile on his face. For a long time, I was very angry at myself for freezing. I was angry that I didn’t react, I was angry that I cried. Now, I’ll just share the story with everyone else – maybe it’ll better prepare anyone else this creep might try to get his umbrella on.
To hear more about this man and his kissin’ and hissin’, click here.