Verbal

Street Harasser to Grandpa in 2.5 seconds

Walking down 8th avenue in Park Slope I hear him mutter, “Nice, very nice. Sexy lady” as he stares me up and down. I whipped around and holla’ed “What did you say?” He took a pregnant pause, “You’re a good girl. A good girl.”

Then, I shit you not, he pulls this out of his pocket and hands it to me:

The candy was sugar-free.

– Emily

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Verbal

"Are You Wet for Me?"


Submitted by Christine.

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Verbal

So NOT Necessary!

This douchequake made kissy noises at me after eyeing me up and down for about a full minute AND seeing my look of disgust.

Written by Brianna.

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Assault, Verbal

Toronto Harasser

Yonge Street at Carlton in Toronto, Canada, April 21, 2006.

Jerk in a hideous blue Ferrari with yellow flames yells out “Hey! Can I fuck you up the ass! Not you, the other one!” while he’s stopped at a red light. About three women were crossing the street at the time, one of whom was holding hands with her daughter, who looked about 9 years old. I went up to this sleaze-bag (he hadn’t been yelling at me), and told him I thought what he said was really rude, and that there was a little girl crossing the street. I asked him: “Is that how you talk to little girls, too?” He started rambling about having me arrested (what?), to which I of course repsonded that I would write down his license plate number and have him charged with sexual harassment. I turned to walk away as the light changed, and he said “I like your ass!” So, I spit on his car, and he responded by spraying a wimpy bit of spit at me. What a pig.

Written by Daya.

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Verbal

Another Reason To Hate SUV’s


Just seconds before this picture was taken, these men were hanging out of the window yelling lude comments. I was too busy digging my camera out of my purse to listen.

– Emily

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Verbal

Blond + Orange Won’t Work

46th and 9th Ave, this construction worker shouted at me “(kissy noise) blondie!”

Nice orange suit, dill-hole.

Submitted by Rachel.

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Assault, Stalking, Verbal

Were Those Guys Talking About Raping Me, or Was I Imagining Things?

Last night I was coming home around midnight after a study marathon and having all kinds of fun experiences with leering guys on the subway. It was like “Creepy Man Stare at Lauri” Day or something. My outfit was eye-catching — a flowery dress that ended mid-thigh, tights, and corduroy jacket — but not immodest. Basically it showed off my legs. Anyway, I get off at my stop in Astoria and these two guys behind me start talking about rape. Now, I can’t be 100% sure about the exact content of their conversation, but it seemed that one of the guys was trying to convince the other guy that raping women was, you know, a bad thing. All the while, the avenue is barren. I’m getting a little bit concerned. “Why are they talking about this behind a woman who’s walking by herself at midnight?” I wondered. “That’s not so polite.”

When I got to my house, one of the guys yelled out, “I’ll get you next time.” Now, was he yelling to his friend, or to me? I don’t know. All I know is that now I feel even more threatened in my already leering-loving neighborhood, and will have to buy some mace. Great.

Astoria needs some serious street harrassment awareness training.

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Verbal

Like the Lottery–except the odds are worse

This one was just talking to any girl who walked by. I guess it’s a numbers game. Sooner or later you’re bound to run across someone with absolutely no self esteem…right?

Submitted by Kay.

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Assault, Verbal

It’s so Hard to Find Good Help These Days

I am 15 right now, and at the time of this “incident” I was 14. The scene is just out in downtown Darien, Connecticut, which is a pretty safe state if I do say so myself. I was waiting on a bench right next to a family restaurant FULL of people, while my friends left to go to a Starbucks not 50 yards away. While I was sitting and waiting for my parents to pick me up, I noticed two “gentlemen” come up to me. They said a few sentences, but all I managed to get out was “Are you alright? You sure look alright. You want us to wait with you?” All the while they kept leering at me and smiling, and I could tell they were smashed. I just kept saying “I’m fine, I’m okay” until they crossed the street. I immediately went to go to my friends at the Starbucks and I said “Those drunk guys were hitting on me” to which a guy friend of mine responded “Those weren’t just any drunk guys, those were firemen!”

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Verbal

He says/She says


“Hello Baby Doll.”

Hello Mr. Dude in suit who likes to holla at women while carrying home your wife’s dry cleaning.

– Emily Posted by Picasa

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