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PECO subcontractors (from some company named something like InterSource or something), about 10 or 15 of them. I was walking back from kayaking on the river. I hear a whistle and ignore it. Then I hear “what, you’re whistling at her?” Real classy PECO, real classy. I went back and complained to one of the men who had not caught up to the others yet, and was told I could not possibly have heard what I thought I heard. Because I’m what, making it up in my head? I called and complained and was told a supervisor would call back to take the complaint in 24 hours, but they never did.
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I was at the family thrift store and had to use the bathroom. The store did not have a public restroom so i had to use the one at the bar down the street. After i used it i was walking back to the store. A bunch of trashmen honked at me but i couldn’t get a number to call their company to report the harassment. The next car, a white one honked and the white trash in the passenger side hung out his window and said “hey baby!” I took a picture of the car in hopes of getting a license plate number but only got the one attached. It was bright out but you can see the red tail lights as he stopped at a redlight.
Coming out of an alley in Old city, I began to make my way down 3rd Street. A man was collecting garbage. I hear, “Hey, beautiful. Hey beautiful. Hey, hey beautiful. Hey gorgeous! Look over here, gorgeous.”
I didn’t look him in the eye, and kept on walking, pretending not to hear him.
I was in the magazine section of Barnes and Noble with a friend, when suddenly my friend burst out laughing. He couldn’t speak from laughing so hard. I tried to get him to tell me what was so funny, and he gestured to an old man standing near us. The man had cut a hole in his pocket, and the tip of his penis was sticking out of it. There was no mistaking it. I screamed and the man became flustered, closed his long coat, and immediately left.
This isn’t nearly the first nor will it be the last….but the most “wow” story I have is the other day I was getting off work (My day job) on my way home. Trying to sneak a nap in between jobs is usually the goal for the route H bus. So I laid my head on the window. I see a guy staring at me from another seat but I didn’t pay it much mind. He comes and sits next to me and begins saying “yo” and “Excuse me”. Irritated as I was I told him I was tired. So he says it’s ok and tried to put me in his arms as if to say ‘here lay on me’ I was moving away which was hard cuz I was on the inside seat I said I am ok I jus wanna go to sleep. So he keeps asking my name and I said in tired please jus let me be. Then pulls his fone out like “What’s your number??” As if he didn see my tryna ignore him. I said in n a relationship can’t give u that.”Then he says “It’s cool don’t u wanna be my wife I like u” I said u don’t know me. I have a girlfriend. He says “I don’t care, it’s ok. Dumb idiot. I said no it’s not ok I am in a relationship thanx. So finally he stops talking after what seemed like forever, then eventually went back to his original seat on the bus.
I was walking to 30th street station today (June 24) after work, it was around 4:15 by the time I had gotten to the intersection. I crossed the street to walk on the median strip to avoid and oncoming family with luggage, and to cross Schuykill Ave. into the train station with more ease. As I approached the intersection I noticed a large knapsack sitting in the sidewalk but no one was near it. As I came closer to it a panhandler came out of traffic and approached me. He asked me for money of course, I replied that I was sorry and didn’t have any. He then began to verbally attack me and as I walked past him he hit me with his cane on my right thigh/hip. He shouted at me:
“What the fuck are you sorry for, are you sorry for being alive, for being healthy. You don’t have to struggle, look at you dressed up working. You’re a dirty fucking cunt you know that.”
He continued to shout insults at me and verbally berate me the entire time, about 2 minutes, it took for the light to change so I could cross the street.
I’m used to being harassed about generally being a woman. “Nice ass” “smile baby” etc. However, this was differently, and frankly odd and shocking. I’m very petite, which my friends tease me about. I suppose someone who didn’t know me could consider it a defining feature, but I don’t really think about it. While I was walking with a group of friends, we passed by another group of people in the street, who had obviously been drinking. We were all silent, in a hurry to get somewhere, too rushed to really speak.
A guy in the other group looked up and saw me, then, in the dead silence, yelled, “You’re not short, you’re fun-sized.”
His friends cracked up. My friends and I, hurried and shocked, didn’t respond. Later, a friend said we should have shot back, “You’re not funny, you’re just rude.”
Street harassment comes in all forms, everyone…this was not sexual, but it’s someone feeling perfectly fine in being insulting and rude to a stranger, who happens to be a woman. It’s the same undertone of entitlement.
On my way back in from a stop at the convenience store, there was a younger postman sitting on a stoop, eating a sandwich. I looked at him for a moment, wondering if all postmen took breaks on stoops. He was looking at me, and when I realized I looked down and tried to walk faster.
“Excuse me, miss?”
I just turn and look at him, no verbal response.
“I just have to say, you’re like…the weirdest hot girl I’ve ever seen, if that makes sense.”
I told him it didn’t make sense (“Well, it’s true.”), and walked past my apartment so he wouldn’t know which building was mine. When I got back around the block, he was gone.
(West oak lane)
I was walking down Stenton ave near Church’s Chicken and a white car beeped at me. I started walking quicker to my destination and the white car pulled up in front of me on the curb and waited for me to pass it. I turned around and crossed the street. It didn’t take long for the person in the white car to notice that I didn’t want to be bothered so they drove off.
Within the span of one block: I was walking and a guy on a skateboard stopped beside me. I was ready for him to say something offensive but instead he said “Hey I wanted to say that your dress is awesome, have a good day!” He rode away and I was feeling pretty good that someone complimented my style without saying something creepy or sexist.
A few seconds later a man in a car stopped beside me and yelled “Hey babe, put a smile on your face. You’re beautiful, you should be happy.” Fuck this guy. I was in a perfectly good mood, but normal humans don’t walk around with huge mindless smiles plastered on their faces. Even if I was sad, I am a human and have the right to feel all emotions (what if I had just found out about a death, an illness, lost a job, etc) not just to “look happy and beautiful” to strangers in cars.