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Dear man in truck,
I am taking down my Halloween decorations, fully clothed, and in a scarf. Your “nice t*ts” comment does not make me want to sleep with you or marry you or anything else. It just makes you an assh*le. Also, I know they are fabulous, these life-sustaining, giant, luscious boobies, but they are mine.
A group of teenagers on their bikes came towards my friend and I while we were walking up Broad. One reached out as he passed in an attempt to grope my chest, but I used my elbow to block his hand and push him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” They shouted after us.
I was shaken but told them to fuck off and kept walking. My friend looked so confused and upset.
HollabackPHILLY released another CNN iReport, this one about our Cosplay =/= CONsent efforts at national comic cons. The below video was pre-screened on October 19 at GeekGirlCon 2013, and now it’s officially available in Site Leader Rochelle Keyhan’s iReport:
The above video is part of HollabackPHILLY’s effort to work with national comic conventions on improving the scope and efficacy of their anti harassment policies and procedures. Sexual harassment at comic conventions has been documented online for the better part of a decade, but most mainstream convention circuits still do not have formal and thorough anti-harassment policies. In the above video, you can see cosplayers’ visceral reactions to our question about how they would feel about conventions adopting formal harassment policies: some loosening the tension in their shoulders, even smiling, at the thought of a convention setting that was set up to be an inclusive and safe space for all fans.
We were coming home late from a party. As I parked, my friend got out of the car. I heard someone trying to hit on her. She replied “Hi, sorry, not interested”. When I got out of the car I saw it was a car with two guys, stopped in the middle of the road. I said “Leave my fucking girlfriend alone” and they said “Yeah, you’re right we should have paid attention to you.” We rushed down the block to her apartment.
I was walking with my dog through the Farmers Market on Saturday at Rittenhouse Square, which happened to be a gorgeous warm Fall day, naturally there were plenty of people out. A man in a bright yellow vest yelled at some young girls, maybe 12-14 in age, walking in front of me “A $1 for the homeless.” When none of them looked up and kept walking, he yelled “F*** you, I don’t need your dollar, a** holes.” I turned and told him it is completely inappropriate for him to say that to anyone. He goes “F*** you, b****.” I said, “you know, last week you asked me if I had a boyfriend and I just kept walking, ignoring you and didn’t say anything. It’s not ok to talk to people that way!” He goes “What? I don’t want you, you ugly, you look like my dog. Get away from me.”
I called the police as did another man who was telling him to “just calm down”. Since several people watched this happen, two girls from one of the fruit stands asked me if I was ok and told me I could stand with them while I waited for the police. Since the stand was not that far from the guy, he kept yelling and waving at me and then seemed to be pretending to laugh at me, while pointing and jumping around. I thought this was a good time to take photos to send to the organization he works for and for my own documentation. He yelled some more-stuff like “ew, you look like my dog, you smelly, go away”. We waited for at least 20 minutes for the police. Of course, he saw them coming and they did not catch him. I was however able to contact the organization he works for, One Step Away. I sent them a detailed story and photos and they promised to handle it and understood that this person would likely recognize me if he saw me again. I will be following up with them.
I don’t leave my house without headphones so I don’t have to hear what they are saying to me.
A strange man approached me in the parking lot at school, after greeting him and smiling – as I try to do with most individuals, out of courtesy. He then began asking me a series of questions: i.e. Was I a professor at the school? Attempting to make it clear that I had to get to class, he then commented on how “beautiful” I was, followed by the suggestion that “my husband must tell me that all of the time.” I left for my intended destination. Since when did a “Hi” become an invitation?
Some guy on the Media/Elwyn line began interrogating me, trying to get my number and find out where I go to school. Despite saying I was on my way home from my boyfriend’s place, he didn’t relent until we both got off the train at Suburban Station.
A man selling papers for a local homeless organization started asking me rather personal questions, like if I’m single and why didn’t I have a boyfriend. I told him it’s because I prefer girlfriends, which is both true and got him to leave me alone, but now this charity’s name is damaged for me. All of my previous experiences have been positive. Now I have to wonder if I’ll get propositioned every time I see their neon yellow vests.
Having a smoke waiting for the bus and a large white man with an Italian flag shirt on came up and asked where I was from and if I was single. I said no, I’m French and engaged. He called me a whore and walked off.