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We live on a busy thoroughfare so getting verbally harassed when I leave the house has become expected.
This morning, I was already running late for work, had spilled my coffee, had to change, etc. I usually just ignore the jerks who hang out of their car windows trying to get my attention when I leave my apartment and walk quietly to my car (also parked on the main street.)
But this morning, I had had it. I left the house and some dude in one of those blue sedan service/taxi cars is literally hanging out of his window flagging me down, yelling “Hey sexy! Hey sexy! Hey beautiful, where you goin” and without thinking I yelled back “Shut the Fuck up!”
And of course that set off the “bitch this” and “bitch that.” He said “I know your (either “face” or “place”) now” and indicated I would be sorry for not accepting his “complement.”
I was scared but kept walking and I suppose he drove off (he was driving on the other side of the road.) But still, he has seen me apartment and car now. I am pretty sure nothing will happen, but still, I am sick of not being able to just leave my apartment to go to work without being harassed and, now, threatened.
And the worst part? I find myself thinking things like “But I am dressed in a blazer and work pants,” and that is so sick because I should be able to leave the house wearing a f-ing bikini and not have someone hollering at me. The fact that I have internalized this victim-blaming is sick.
So that is why I’m sharing my relatively story–so that I, and other women–don’t ever feel like they brought any of this upon themselves. I wish I had taken a picture of him, and next time I will. I am so grateful for this project.
I was walking to my unit to work dressed in my uniform when men that the hospital had hired from a staffing agency started whistling and talking about how big my breast were. The ring leader said when you gonna let me tap that. When I ignored him he said to the others “This b***h thinks she’s betta than us, I should take her right here”. I sped up trying to get away from them and he tried to block me. Swerving around him to try to get away, I slipped, fell and injured my back, hip, knee. The Hospital tried to send me back to work. They took no x-rays or test. They said that I might have some tissue damage but I’d be OK. And beside “I should be use to that kind of language and talk because I hear it in my neighborhood all the time”. No sorry, or empathy at all. Since incident [hospital] has done everything to cover it up, fire me and block helping me with my injuries. I almost wish I didn’t speak out about the harassment, I didn’t ask for it. I just wanted to go to work, and now I’m stuck with injuries that make working difficult. My advice is be true to who you are. But, if you speak up about being harassed especially if you are of a certain ethnicity, you most likely will be thrown in the dump.
Due to construction a policeman was directing traffic, I was driving past with my two girlfriends in the car when the policeman called us “cute” as we drove past him.
A gross old guy approached me as I was speedwalking to class from work. He looked me in the eye, said “I like the way them titties are bouncing up and down.” I kept walking but yelled “f— you, a–hole” over my shoulder at him. It’s hard to concentrate on school when you’re reminded that some people only see you as a sex object. I wish [college] would do something about it, because it seems like the East Baltimore campus is a hotbed of street harassment.
Walking to a meeting at City Hall in a big, long winter coat and boots. Young guy walking in the opposite directions looks at me and says “Baby I would TEAR THAT ASS UP!”
I didn’t look at him and just kept on walking :-/
I had just left my apartment and I was on my way to the metro to go out to the county. I was meeting my family for church on my way there at the light/crossing between MLK blvd and Howard street right next to the Cultural center light rail stop I was waiting to cross the street when a man in a gray hoodie walked behind me and groped my butt. I turned around quick he had crossed the street I wanted to go after him and mace him but the only thing I did was quickly walk away in the other direction and cry. I felt so embarrassed and stupid.
I had my phone in my hand I should have taken a picture of the disgusting creep.
Guy at stoplight hollered at me as I crossed the street in front of him. Long cross walk. By the end of my walk I decided to give him the finger. He told me to I should stick it up my ass and maybe I’d feel better.
A man grabbed my arm on the escalator as I was leaving the train station. He said I was beautiful; when I didn’t turn to look at him he kept saying, “Do you hear me?”no comments