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A group of three middle-school age boys were walking the opposite direction while my boyfriend and I were walking back from the grocery store. One boy yelled “Hey I’ll trade you for your girl” while another yelled “ow ow”. The third one then yelled “TITS!” I had enough at that point and turned around and said, “Excuse me???” One boy immediately ran away, but the other two just stood still looking dumbfounded that I had responded to them about it. My boyfriend said, “Hey c’mon guys. Why would you say something like that? You know better than that. It’s not a cool thing to do.” The two boys seemed embarrassed and apologized. I really hope that being confronted and called out actually gave them a wake-up call and that they talk to their third friend about what happened. It’s ridiculous that I have to listen to boys who are less than half my age yell vulgar things at me on the street as if they have rights on my body.
Got on the bus with my mom, the bus driver kept staring at me instead of watching my mom out the correct change in the dispenser. When I walk past he says “Miss, you didn’t put the money in” (something to that degree), I told him I’m with “her” and pointed to my mom. My mom told him that he payed for both of us. Then the bus driver said “Sit down.”, “Don’t get loud” and some other cruel things that I don’t remember. Before sitting down I said “You should focus on driving instead of talking.” When we got off the bus I said “Thanks asshole that talks down to women.” Then I got off. For a few minutes he waited for me to pass with the bus door open to say something back.
Several construction workers whistled and screamed at me on my walk home yesterday.
Really truly my whole life I have been afraid of walking around gardners who work for the city / neighboring houses. Always do they think it’s okay to make kissy sounds at me and embarrassing cat calls. I also dislike so much when I’m driving and men in other vehicles deliberately drive beside me to look at me and nudge their friends. This one time a couple trucks divers would speed up to stare into my car. I would slow down and try to avoid them- but it was completely obvious these men were going out of their way on a busy street to make me feel uncomfortable.
I parked my car and noticed 2 men on a porch staring at me. I took a deep breath & got out. The entire time I walked across the street they whistled, yelled “hey baby, damn, hey cutie.” I got inside and my hands were shaking profusely. I returned a little later, rushing to my car, & now 5 of them were yelling at me, commenting on my “nice tits & ass,” inviting me on the porch, and trying to “get with me.” I was disgusted and mortified. I wish I would have stood up for myself.no comments
This was about 2 years ago actually in AC, NJ. I was 16 and walking to work wearing very baggy clothes in the blistering heat. An older man claiming to be friends with my 58 year old father followed me telling me how gorgeous I was. I asked him to stop following me because I was trying to get to work on time. He continued to until we reached an alleyway. He yanked me into it, slammed me against the brick wall, and continued to grope every inch of my body. I screamed and he laughed. Why me?
Time — 2:25 pm on Friday August 29, 2014
Location — Close to the Vivira Community Credit Union (15th and Spruce St)
Incident — I was taking care of errands and chose to walk through this neighborhood thinking that I could avoid uncomfortable street harassment. I have experienced street harassment from random men in Philadelphia but never from a person wearing a uniform. As I was walking towards Broad St, I noticed a tall, Caucasian, male postal worker a few feet ahead of me. While he was walking, he glanced back and saw me. I should mention that because of street harassment experiences, I dress very modestly even on hot summer days. I was surprised when the postal worker proceeded to stand on the tall stoop of a building in order to eye me up and down. He even created a soundtrack for himself as he made cat calls. I felt sick and walked past as fast as I could. I felt extra sick to think that this guy is (a) federal employee, (b) can harass young women in their buildings as he delivers the mail, (c) and his wages are supported in part by women like myself who depend on the postal service.
After my errands, I decided to come home and share my experience on this website. Maybe someone can suggest what one should do when faced with harassment by a person in uniform. How safe are our streets when federal employees behave like this in broad daylight, in a so-called respectable neighborhood?
Was in a nice restaurant tonight and a brazen 60-something leathery man walked over to the next table and started hitting on a 22-year old girl having dinner with her mother. He commented on the girls eyes, complexion, and toes. He asked the mom if he could “date her daughter.” After the man’s third visit to their table (I could tell his actions were really bothering them), I couldn’t take it and stepped in and asked him to leave them to their conversation. He left but hovered nearby, so I then let the waitress know what happened so she could step in too if needed. Us women have to look out for one another. That was unacceptable of him.
I was walking out to my car when two guys in a big truck honk multiple times at me (super embarrassing). When I flip them off, they tell me to “calm down, sweetheart” among other things that I could not hear as they drove away.
I was walking past the Media Courthouse (front st & olive intersection) and walked past a young man who said something like “I feel you”. I was going to ask why he said that except that his father who wasn’t too far behind was eyeing me as well.