Author: MeghanCannistra

Anonymous’s Story: “Alone”

As a graduate student, I was walking into the post office on campus when a man ran across the street and followed me in to tell me I had a “great ass.”  I felt threatened, objectified, unsafe, and alone.

Anonymous’s Story: “Nauseous”

8:30am.  Walking down a wide tree lined street in a suburban neighborhood passing large but cozy houses.  Sort of McMansion Jr’s.  A boy, maybe 16 or 17 years old, walks towards me on this otherwise vacant street.  We lock a gaze and as I look into his greyish blue eyes, I feel an odd cold … Continued

Anonymous’s Story: Rude

I was walking back from the dining hall on my campus with a friend.  There is a place called “the hangout tree”–benches where a lot of male college students sit and gaze at the women that pass–so I walked by with my usual “ignore all around me” attitude.  Nevertheless, not today.  One guy said, “hey … Continued

Anonymous’s Story: So he knew what it was like

I am on the train to Nambour, Queensland, Australia. This creep got on the train and started staring. Blatant staring, not even pretending not to. Then he took two pictures. He left the picture taking sound on his phone on, I think because he wanted me to know what he was doing. I took one … Continued

Theresa’s Story: Stop staring!

I was driving to my home in Lafayette, LA, when this guy pulls up next to me and yells “woohoo” at me, really loudly, startling me.  My windows were down.  He was driving next to me for a few seconds i guess, staring at me, trying to get me to look at him.  When I … Continued

Anonymous’s Story: “Uncomfortable”

A garbage truck stopped on the corner on this busy neighborhood street. While the guys in the back were doing their job, the drive was yelling “Hey Shorty!” out of his window to a young woman walking on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. Her arms were crossed, trying to ignore it, … Continued

Anonymous’s Story: No peace

After parking in a parking garage, I was walking down the street to get to my destination. I purposely crossed the street to avoid walking past a group of construction workers, even though I didn’t have to. I watched as they all leered at a young woman who had been in front of me before … Continued