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I was stopping at a gas station to buy tampons and as I walked in a middle-aged man gave me a side glance and said “hey sexy” as he walked away. I didn’t even have time to comprehend what happened because it was about 1:40am and I was wearing 15 layers, a hat, a scarf and you could BARELY tell I was female! What the fuck? How am I sexy? What do you want from me??! Thanks for making me feel like I’m an outsider and an idiot for being female in public, asshole.
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I was harassed several times while walking down Rosemont Ave. to the animal shelter. Usually it was people honking their horns at me as they drove past, but one time in particular a group of men hanging around outside a building stared yelling things at me as I went by. A truck was passing at the time, so I didn’t hear what they were saying, but it was enough to make me feel very uncomfortable and unsafe. That was the last time I walked to the shelter.
Me: 26 year old woman
Him: 50ish year old man – a work supervisor in outdoor work setting, informal relationship setting
He: sideways hugs around, with a butt tap as a ‘nice hello’…
I: stepped away and said “No thank you.”
I was walking from work to the train station and he began to follow me because I was alone and if I hadn’t gone up to some people that I had seen at work he wouldn’t have stopped following me.
I was at a party/club and I was surrounded by my (female) cousins and friends and a man came up behind me and grabbed my ass, walked away quickly, but then looked back to smile at me as if it was OK….which it wasn’t.
I was walking out of my apartment to the [drug store] on the corner. Outside there were a group of men standing, talking and laughing. As I got closer to them they started calling out “Hey baby,” “Come over here,” “You’re fine,” and other things. As I passed the group and tried to walk into the store, the men started verbally harassing me for ignoring them, angry at my lack of response. Their raised voices and ugly comments were awful and I didn’t feel safe leaving the store until they were gone.
Fifty feet of space and I felt powerless walking through all of it.no comments
I was riding my bike past 2 men, one said “Hey baby, let me get a ride” – Jo’s story
It’s Halloween weekend in Baltimore. My friends and I put in our time at the restaurant we served at, enjoyed some libations at the bar we frequented, and were walking to 711 for some good old fashioned convenience store treats. There were four of us, all women, enroute when all of a sudden I felt my skirt raise and someone place their hands on both butt cheeks and did what I could only say is juggled them. I, stunned, pulled my skirt down and slowly turned around. The man who did this was running in the direction he came from and never turned around as one of my friends yelled obscenities at him.
I stood there in a daze wondering what it was that I did to invoke such behavior. Was I targeted because I was fat and in the back, an easy target. Was I targeted because of my skirt? I mean, it was my uniform. I had to wear a black, above the knee tight skirt. Was it because of my clown accessories; striped socks, rainbow suspenders, and over sized glasses? We continued to the store talking about the incident and what would compel someone to do such a thing.
My friend, the one yelling obscenities to the man who groped me, approached Captain America, remember it was Halloween, at the coffee bar asking where he was when the assault happened. He replied,” look at what she’s wearing.” I don’t remember the rest because I was utterly shocked to hear this come out of someone’s mouth. I thought it myself but to hear it out loud was mind bending. My friends and I eventually started making light of the situation calling the assaulter “The Butt Juggler” and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. This was just over a year ago and it wasn’t until I stumbled upon this movement that i realized what I experienced was assault. Who knows what would’ve happened if I was alone. What if he didn’t run away but further his assault? I was lucky. So many women, and men, aren’t.
(Originally posted on the main Hollaback! site December 14th, 2013)