December 2nd, 10:14 AM
I was walking up Broadway towards 28th street and I had to pass through a group of workmen, probably five or six, who were standing on both sides of the sidewalk, forming an aisle between them. As I went through, one of the guys - the oldest and shortest - went “Oooooh, man! Look at the hips on Helen!” He laughed and laughed like a child who has just figured out what alliteration is and all the other guys joined in and started whistling, etc. He thought it was so funny, he did it twice, yelling “Yeah, Helen, work those hips!” After I turned the corner.
In case you were wondering, I was not wearing a nametag indicating that my name is Helen. I have been renamed by street assholes.
10:50 am • 3 December 2013
November 6th, 12:23 PM
I’m sick and, as tends to happen when really ill, I ran out to get gatorade and pretzels in the kind of outfit that you never want to leave the house in, as you resolve when you move to New York that you will never do. Right after I leave the bodega, two guys in their 20s are walking towards me and kind of sniggering to each other. One of them calls out “You’re SO beautiful” as I pass them and they both laugh.
12:35 pm • 6 November 2013 • 1 note
November 1st, 8:47 AM
On a mostly empty sidewalk, a short man walking within inches of me growls “Mami” in a deep voice right as he’s even with me.
9:17 am • 1 November 2013
Anonymous asked: I know some of these are wrong, but I've been searching for a way to get men to leave me alone and stop hitting on me, because "no" almost never works. So far, I've used "not interested", "I have a boyfriend", "I'm a lesbian", "I'm on my period", "I'm married", "I'm pregnant", and "I have herpes", and I have still yet to find a single one that deters most men. It's disgusting that I have to systematically plan what excuses to use in order to counteract men ignoring my first ten "no"s.
9:10 pm • 26 October 2013 • 255 notes
October 26th, 1:56 PM
I was leaning against the Best Buy at Union Square and 14th, waiting for a couple friends, when this guy curled right front of me, probably six inches away. He was watching me, and when I looked back he said “You look pretty.” I gave him a skeptical face, and he kissed the air and walked on, looking behind himself at me for the full block up to 15th.
5:03 pm • 26 October 2013 • 1 note
“It’s because of your yoga pants/short dress/tight jeans/low-cut shirt” is equally idiotic. Ask any women in colder climates if cat-calling disappears in the winter when we look like the offspring of the Michelin Man and a quilted sleeping bag. The answer is no.”
— 5 Myths About Street Harassment (via bittersueszzz)
1:40 pm • 17 October 2013 • 2,955 notes
“In San Francisco last year, a man stabbed a woman in the face and arm after she didn’t respond positively to his sexually harassing her on the street.
In Bradenton, Fla., a man shot a high school senior to death after she and her friends refused to perform oral sex at his request.
In Chicago, a scared 15-year-old was hit by a car and died after she tried escaping from harassers on a bus.
Again, in Chicago, a man grabbed a 19-year-old walking on a public thoroughfare, pulled her onto a gangway and assaulted her.
In Savannah, Georgia, a woman was walking alone at night and three men approached her. She ignored them, but they pushed her to the ground and sexually assaulted her.
In Manhattan, a 29-year-old pregnant woman was killed when men catcalling from a van drove onto the sidewalk and hit her and her friend.
Last week, a runner in California — a woman — was stopped and asked, by a strange man in a car, if she wanted a ride. When she declined he ran her over twice.”
Street Harassment: Is a Man Running Over a 14-Year Old Girl for Refusing Sex Serious Enough? | Soraya Chemaly
FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.
This is terrorism.
You help no one by excusing catcalling. You help no one by telling women to “get over it,” or that “it was just a compliment,” or that she’s “uptight” for being scared or feeling uncomfortable.
9:36 pm • 28 September 2013 • 93,113 notes
September 28th, 1:28 PM
I don’t usually pay a whole lot of attention to other people when I’m walking, but I got this feeling, this “someone is staring at my boobs” feeling. Do other people get those? The second I looked around I noticed a guy (late 20s or 30s) homing in on my chest from more than 30 feet away. I kept looking at him as we got closer to each other, kind of not believing that he wasn’t looking away. I mean, people looking at each other is one thing, but blatant unbroken staring for the length of a city block is kind of ridiculous. Right before we passed each other, he glanced up and saw that I was looking at him. With no hint of embarrassment, and with one more quick glance down, he said “Hello.”
2:05 pm • 28 September 2013
September 23rd, 9:48 PM
(I haven’t been slacking - it’s just been a weirdly long time since I was catcalled)
I was walking down Third Avenue with a (female) friend who was very upset, somewhere in the low 20s, high 10s cross-street wise, when a large, slumped man passed very close to me yell-muttering “MMMMMM fat fucking pussy” right as he passed us. I was immediately very angry and probably would have turned around to yell at him if I didn’t think that it would have made my friend feel much, much worse. We kind of stared awkwardly at each other for almost a block and then I went “Jesus” and we proceeded uninterrupted with the being upset and the reassurances that come with friend talk/walk therapy.
11:18 pm • 24 September 2013 • 4 notes
September 5th, 6:08 PM
I was walking through Union Square and there were a bunch of well-dressed canvassers around. I generally just don’t make eye contact with canvassers, since any kind of acknowledgement makes them latch on, but I guess that wasn’t good enough for the guy today. He lunged sideways towards me as I was trying to walk past him and went “Hey Honey, how you doin’?” When I ignored him and kept walking he started following me saying “Oooooh, so forward. I love it. Where are you taking me?” He followed me for almost half the length of the square before giving up. Less than 100 yards later, one of his coworkers went “Oh come on, sweetheart, won’t you smile at me?”
Seriously dudes, if you want a woman to give you money for whatever cause you’re working for, you’re going to have to say something we don’t hear from every other tickle-dick on the street.
7:38 pm • 5 September 2013 • 1 note
September 3rd, 7:24 PM
Hey all! I apologize for the lapse - I moved and didn’t have internet for an extended period of time - the company kept claiming that their only appointment was weeks out.
Harassment has occurred, but since there’s a lot of it and I thankfully don’t remember most of it, we’re going to start anew with this evening.
I messed up a recipe I was making, so I ran out to get an emergency ingredient. As I was walking quickly out of the deli, a guy comes fast around the corner and runs into me and steps on me in the process. Before impact, I had put my arms up on reflex and he kind of cradled me, saying “Oh Love I stepped on you.” Not sure what to say to that and confused as to why he’s still holding me, I just went “Yes, you did.”
At this point all I want is to move past him and go home, but he’s not only blocking my way out, and the entire entrance to the convenience store, but he’s also still got me in his grip. He starts saying “Oh Love I wish I was your boyfriend. If I was your boyfriend, I’d kiss your feet and bring you ice.” I wrenched myself out of his hands and went “That’s kind of weird.” As I got past him, he laughed and responded “It is Love, But I still want to. Make your boyfriend do it for me when you see him.” As I’m walking pretty quickly down the street he hollers after me “MAKE YOUR BOYFRIEND KISS YOUR FEET AND BRING YOU ICE.”
Note: To the best of my accent-sleuthing ability, he was not British. And no, there is absolutely nothing attractive about my feet.
8:23 pm • 3 September 2013 • 1 note
“Catcalls make us feel unsafe. Catcalls remind us that, at any moment, even when we feel safe, we could be assaulted. Even if we were all superwomen, capable of dodging all harm, catcalls tell us that we’re only objects, waiting to be objectified by the next brazen creep who walks by.”
— Valerie Burn, Cat Call Season (via bytheseawithoutme)
(Source: hollabackboston, via feminist-space)
11:20 am • 22 August 2013 • 14,075 notes
August 4th, 12:17 PM
I was running out to get brunch with a friend, holding a cup of iced tea. A guy standing with another guy, a woman, and a little girl, probably around four, hollers at me as I walk past their Uhaul, “Hey, how about you give me some of that tea. That looks cold, it looks good. I want a sip of that.” I said nothing and kept walking since it was mostly just weird and it’s not like I would’ve cussed him out in front of the kid anyway. When it was clear I wasn’t going to respond he flipped out and went “Fine! Fuck you, you bitch! I didn’t want your fucking tea anyway.”
4:09 pm • 4 August 2013 • 1 note
July 2nd, 6:24 PM
I was in an end seat on the subway, on a train that doesn’t have a real barrier between the seats and the standing room. It was rush hour, the train was crowded, and the man sitting next to me was a bit larger than his seat, so I was pushed out into the public a little more than I’d like. There was a man standing next to me such that he was facing my side and kind of leaning into me. I kept hunching my shoulders more and more to try to keep from touching him or the sitting man as much as possible, until I realized that the standing man was leaning in way more than he had to based on the crowd level of the train, so that the swaying rubbed his dick against my shoulder. For a couple stops I hunched over as much as possible to keep his junk off me, figuring that subway seats are precious and if he didn’t get off soon, then I’d figure out whether I would give it up, change cars, or elbow him in the penis “accidentally” but 2 or 3 stops after I noticed, he got off.
12:51 am • 13 July 2013 • 1 note