Month: February 2006

Assclowns in Frisco

So, I was walking from the bank near the corner of 4th and King, running morning errands and minding my own business. The pedestrian light starts turning red, and so, I make a run for it. Suddenly I hear, “Where you running to, beautiful?” Ugh. I snap pic 1 of him doing his cruise walk. … Continued

Spread ’em

So i’m at this bar Lolita (should have KNOWN better) at broome and allen streets in the lower east side. i go downstairs to find the bathroom and see three guys in line so i ask the guy closest to me if it’s a co-ed bathroom so i don’t waste my time waiting for the … Continued

Dirty Old Men

As I’m walking down Broadway, the man on the left hisses “niccccccce.” I ignore him, when again I hear “niccccccccce.” I turn around to see if this old dude actually has the nerve to harass me. He lifts his cane, points it up and down my body, and with raised eyebrows repeats, “niccccccccccce.” Apparently for … Continued

Girl, you can take my picture everyday!

THE SCENE: Me, walking down Broadway between 178 and 179th streets on a 60 degree day in February, enjoying my lunch break. Mr. Man is heading my way with his buddy, and gives me an exaggerated look up and down. Mr. Man: Yo baby, you’re gorgeous! I wanna hit that! Mmmmmmmmm….. Me: (walking, walking, and … Continued

"Hollllaaaaa" right back at you!

Okay, so it’s not New York or even America but whatever, it still irritated the hell out of me. I am 13. I moved to Barcelona a few months ago from London and I have found the attention here to be a lot more blatant than in England. For example: The other day I was … Continued

Updates to the Holla Shame!

Check out the new updates to our Holla Shame. Some of our recent favorites have just been added. Send any suggestions for other gems that should be added to [email protected] ….and as always, keep the photos comin’!

Water Pistols? Seriously, Boys…..

Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture. I was walking to a meeting when I heard some shouting. This being a crowded sidewalk in NYC, I ignored it because surely they weren’t yelling at me. Simultaneously I felt a drip of water. But being that this was the City in the summer, I assumed it was … Continued

Open Letter to That Asshole on St. Mark’s Place

My friend Mari and I had been discussing how placid our lives have become since school ended, now that we have traded the emotional highs and lows of college life for steady paychecks, steady relationships and predictable routines. Fortunately, however, you appeared with pleasingly ironic timing to shake us out of our complacency. We were … Continued

Bucket o’ Jersey

I was on the PATH train minding my own damn business when I heard a bunch of grunting and laughing from behind me. It was this group of assholes – first they were making fun of a homeless man who was selling newspapers on the train. When I turned around, the one on the right … Continued