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81st and Broadway: Harassment Strikes on the Upper West Side

He still couldn’t take his eyes of a woman’s rear even as my phone was in his face. He and his friend eyed her and he said, “Have a nice day, gorgeous.” But in the way that makes you feel anything but nice.

Submitted by Susan

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Arrest and/or conviction, Verbal

hollaSUMMONS

I scored a HollaBack victory last night. I was almost home and walking down Roosevelt Ave. in Jackson Heights when I heard a guy behind me saying things that sounded like catcalls. I listened to the words and it went something like this: “Yes, your body, I can be inside your body.”

I turned around and asked him, “You talking to me?”

“Oh yes, yes.”

“Well, you better shut the fuck up, buddy, or I’ll have you arrested,” I said. I did not know how I was going to have him arrested, but that’s beside the point. “You better stop talking to me like that.”

Of course, he did not stop. Despair set in. Then, miracle of miracles! I saw a cop crossing the street. I flagged her down and told her about the harrasser. He was trying to hide behind the telephone booth but we found him. She started scolding him. I started scolding him, too — “you don’t talk to women like that.” He played dumb and denied everything, but the officer wasn’t having any of it. To add insult to his injury, every time I tried to talk to the officer the harrasser interrupted me. Which caused the officer to yell “shut up” at him over and over. It was quite fun to watch the officer put him in his place.

“See, you obviously don’t respect women because you won’t even let them talk to each other,” I said.

The officer told me she would give the guy a summons. I left them on the corner and went about my merry way.

Submitted by Lauri

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Assault, Verbal

Smile, You’re on HOLLABACK!


After meeting with a co-founder of HollaBack I was walking home and ecstatically explaining to a friend on my cell phone how well my interview went and how excited I was to get involved in the group. While deeply engaged in this phone conversation, this guy finds it appropriate to ask, or tell me “Hey baby, come hang out with us”, ignoring the fact that I look 14 and he looks 70. While I’ve heard much more disturbing comments and usually blow this nonsense off, this guys body language was enough on its own as he tried stopping me in my tracks, literally. Quickly I said to my friend I’ll call you back, knowing that I needed to get this pigs picture. Getting my camera ready, I turned back towards this guy and his friend and politely said “Just let me take your picture” to which he happily responded with this pose. “Thanks”, I said, “HollaBack, H-o-l-l-a BACK. Check out your face on the website!” To this he sarcastically responded “Well come back so I can give you a better picture”. I kept walking and with a smile and confidence this time for I knew he was confused and nervous, most likely wondering where his face was being posted and who would see it. Living in New York for more than five years and experiencing the most disturbing acts of harassment, I always walked away pissed off with the feeling of being violated and helpless or tried blowing it off while thinking to myself, ‘don’t let this guy get to you’. Now I don’t have to! Now I can HOLLA BACK! and rightly so.

Submitted by Lisa (our newest member!)

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Verbal

When a Classy Restaurant doesn’t Yield Classy Patrons

This guy’s real classy… he followed me and my friends into a nice restaurant on my friend’s birthday. He was completely wasted and starts screaming “HEY. YA. HEY YOU. THOSE ARE SOME BEAUTIFUL TITS. I MEAN, REALLY BEAUTIFUL. Don’t be offended, I just love your fucking tits.” The entire restaurant stopped eating. I thought my response was okay, considering I didn’t blow up too much. I gave him a steely smile and said, “That’s polite. Does that mean you want to pay for my meal, jackass?” He kept trying to talk to us for the rest of the night! This guy disgusts me, but I almost feel like putting his picture on the internet isn’t even half as embarrassing as what he did to himself, acting like that big of an asshole in a public place. Saaaaay cheese!

Submitted by Emily

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Assault, demonstration, Verbal

Karma: Street harassment has a new best friend

I live in the mountains in Southern California. There are a few hillbillies up here and some of these men are downright stupid. I was driving on a main road town. The speed limit is 35 MPH. I was trying to find a street on the left and slowed down to see the street sign. Nope that wasn’t it, so I went on to the next street. By this time I had a good ol’ boy on my tail. I could hear him yelling “move it ya fuckin cunt” and I hurriedly turned left onto my street, to get the hell out of his way.
As he drove on I turned my head to see him shaking his fist at me, yelling “I should fuckin kill you bitch” and as he was looking at me he rounded the blind curve.
Next thing I hear is a big crash. No brakes no nothing.
I didn’t dare go to investigate, I was afraid that this guy might have a gun or just come over and beat me up. I checked the local alerts and it said “traffic collision, man in green truck bleeding”.
He got what he deserved, I just hope no one else was hurt as well. Road rage at its finest.

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demonstration, Verbal

Soho GROSS-O

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

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Verbal

I’m wearing fucking pants, asshole.

“I’m sorry, I just have to ask: Is that a Brazilian runway strip or natural?”

Submitted by Destiny

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Verbal

You know when you can feel men looking at your boobs?


This is what some of them look like. I got a nice round of:
“Oh my bellissima, oh baby…”

Submitted by Elizabeth

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Verbal

Obviously I’m hotter. Now shut up.

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.

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Verbal

New York Shitty

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[
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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?
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\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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Miss H

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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

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