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I was on the corner of Hollywood and Highland this summer waiting to cross the street to get to the train.
I saw a middle aged man out of the corner of my eye start to approach me. I didn’t even look at him and started walking the opposite direction. I could sense that he was going to approach me.
He started yelling out to me, “Hey! You look really nice. I like your outfit,” as I hurriedly walked away.
He felt embarrassed because I didn’t even acknowledge him so he looked to the guy beside him and said, “See that’s why I’m a Republican. That’s what’s wrong with this world.”
And they both started laughing. I was so angry.
I wanted to tell him how what is really wrong with this world is men like him that think they are entitled to give their opinions to women that don’t want them.
I was just going about my day, trying to get somewhere. I didn’t dress up for his or any other man’s compliments.
I have arthritis and sometimes use a handicap placard when I park. Today this note was left on my car. I can’t believe that in 2013 people don’t know that not all handicaps are visible
I was 12 (I’m 43 now) and myself, my mother and my brother (who was 15 at the time) were visiting our grandparents in Michigan (we’re from California).
My brother and I had never been there before, so it was all new to us. We weren’t off the plane two hours when my mother thought that walking one block to the store to get some goodies wouldn’t be a big deal.
On the way back from the store, just feet from the store entrance, these two grown men (I would say in their 30s or 40s) took one look at me and began saying disgusting things: “hey, baby, you are so cute”, “hey, momma, can I go with you?”
Being 12, I grabbed my mother’s arm and just kept walking. My mother is a bad ass, but even she was frightened.
As they passed us, one of the men grabbed my arm and began walking away with me. Did you hear me? Walking me away. Then the other man grabbed my other arm.
My startled mother let loose. “Get your effing hands off my child!”
She snatched me away and the men began threatening her: “Bitch, I’ll beat the sh*t outta you!”
While they went back and forth, my brother had picked up a brick and bashed one of the men in the head. Then he took off running. They chased him. Two grown men chasing a 15 year old boy through the streets. We ran in their direction and on the way we picked up my brother’s shoe. Another block, we picked up another shoe. Then his t-shirt, a sock. They disappeared around a corner somewhere and we hurried back to my grandparents house.
We anxiously told my grandfather what happened (my brother was not there) and he set out looking for them on foot. We stayed home and prayed. About half an hour later, my brother comes banging on the back door. He was sweaty and scared, but untouched. He said that he lost the guys. He said he ran through yards, jumped over fences, ran through alleys and somehow by the grace of God, made it home. The only thing we can think is that God brought him home because he didn’t know where he was. We had just gotten off the plane and had never been there before.
My grandfather came home, saying he couldn’t find the guys. We couldn’t wait to get out of there.
So, for the two weeks we were there, my brother and I were forbidden to leave the porch without my grandfather. So there it is.
To the guy who whistled while I rode to work this morning:
How dare you whistle at me from the safety & anonymity of your car, making me feel objectified first thing in the morning.
Then I have to ride away while you look at my goddamn ass.
I’m just trying to get to work, man, and now I’m uncomfortable & hyper-aware of my appearance.
And fuck you on behalf of all the other women you have whistled & yelled at from your car.
Have some respect.
I was walking home from the Vista Theatre. I only live a few blocks away in Los Feliz, and while I feel pretty safe in that area, I always look behind me, especially when it’s 11:30 pm.
I looked back and saw a guy riding up behind me on a bike and thought nothing of it.
All of a sudden I feel a hand on my ass. I screamed, “Hey asshole, what the fuck are you doing?!! You don’t fucking touch me are you out of your fucking mind?!!!”
Of course he went riding away, laughing the whole time.
I immediately felt violated and dirty, and a few blocks later started to cry.
I was SO utterly angry that men think they can just do whatever they want to women.
All I kept thinking the minute it happened was I wish I had a gun so I could shoot him and stop him. But that was really from the movie I’d just watched.
A man followed me yesterday in his truck for about a block, and I ignored him.
He pulled over & I still ignored him.
He got out of his truck & continued to say vulgar sexual things like he had since the beginning.
I told him if he didn’t stop following me, I’d have to call the cops. Because the police station was just after the next light, I walked away, and he said call them as he grabbed my arm & pulled me around.
I hit him and ran to my bus stop.
I got on as soon as it came, and cried all the whole ride. Ruined my day
I get sexually harassed pretty much on a daily basis, anywhere I walk in my city.
Guys roll up in the cars, shout from their windows, or just honk their horn as they pass me to startle me.
Or they approach me and ask intrusive questions about my personal information, or make comments about what they like about my body.
There is a definite rape culture in this city, and sometimes it’s even hard to find local allies!
It makes me feel unsafe, alienated, and angry.
I don’t deserve the misogyny of anyone’s culture! I just want to walk down the street without being shouted at or approached/encroached upon by perverts.
That’s my right as a human being. Regardless of what I’m wearing, what your warped views of women are, or whether or not I’m wearing my wedding ring, I don’t deserve your sexual harassment!
Last night my date came by for a beer. We went to a bar down the street from my house. We grabbed a couple of beers and headed outside so we could hear better
When we went back in to order a second round, there were these two guys. One was like forty. The other younger.
Anyway I overheard the older one say, “yeah she was tiny. she was perfect.” And I was already totally annoyed.
All of a sudden, the older guy reaches right past my date like they weren’t even there, touched my arm and said, “I like your tattoo.” It was so gross.
Normally i would have reacted with anger, but for some reason i felt so embarrassed and ashamed because my date witnessed it, it paralysed me. There was this secondary layer of guilt for me, because i felt guilty and responsible for this guy reaching past them like they didn’t even exist.
I can’t shake it.