Month: January 2011

In defense of a fellow woman

My story may technically fall under “domestic violence” but I think once you air your dirty laundry in public it deserves come under censure. I was walking through my boyfriend’s apartment complex, headed towards his unit when I heard angry screaming echoing through the parking lot. I stopped walking, wondering if I could make out … Continued

Masochists and their small dicks

This happened about 5 years ago. I was going home by the subway, and after Yorkdale station, the cart became really empty, and there were just myself and an older (looked to be in his 60s) man in the cart. He began by being rather grandfatherly (I was 19, but looked much younger), asking if … Continued

Mom saves the day!

So when I was thirteen years old I lived in a terraced house set back from the road where my bus ran to my high school. At this time, they were building a small housing estate at the end of the road and I had to walk past the construction workers to go pretty much … Continued

When harassment makes you take the long walk to the train

I had only recently moved to London from Nova Scotia, Canada, and had even more recently moved out of my cousin’s house in South London and into my own flat in North London. I spent the first few days exploring the area between Turnpike Lane and Seven Sisters stations, as you do in any new … Continued

Reclaiming the harassment, one mama at a time.

My friend’s nickname for me is “mama”, because a man called me that on the street once when we were walking together. “Hey mama, how you doing? You’re looking good…” It’s funny and sweet when she calls me that, but I’ll always remember the origin of the nickname: unsolicited harassment on the street. Submitted by … Continued

Skeezy stalkers outside the Taco Bell

I was walking out of Taco Bell while talking to my husband on my phone. As I was passing by a beat up looking white car, a guy asked out the window: “Hey, can I use your phone?” I responded with “No, I’m talking business with my husband,” automatically. He was a younger white guy … Continued

HOLLAwho? Meet London.

Meet Bryony Beynon, the Vegan Cyclist fighting street harassment in London, UK. What’s your signature Hollaback? ‘YEAH GOOD ONE MATE.’ What was your first experience with street harassment? I’ve been shouted at in the street since I was fourteen years old for one reason or another, maybe pink hair means fair game. HOLLAfact about your … Continued

Clearly none of these perverts know what class is

I was minding my own business when out of no where this guy started making sexual joke about my boyfriend and I; and then he proceed to tell my boyfriend and I that he (my boyfriend) must have slipped me a date rape drug last night. Submitted by Summer

Hollaback seeks a Program Associate Intern

We are seeking a hard-working, ambitious, and dynamic Program Associate Intern to join our team. Hollaback! is an international movement to end street harassment using digital and mobile technology. Responsibilities include: 1. Researching and drafting our “State of the Streets” report, that will profile progress on street harassment in the areas that we serve; 2. … Continued