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Creepy guy on rail trail tried to proposition me saying “suck dick for 20″ while on my way home from work.
I was walking back to the car with my friend and her grandfather. As we were walking, my friend overheard two guys talking and she looked at them to see them staring at me. They then said “look at that one”. My outfit may have counted as a bit “short”, but I liked it. (Picture of outfit attached- T shirt and overalls) I’m going on vacation soon and I shouldn’t have to have a plan for if something like that happens and escalates. I’m scared of what would have happened if I had been alone.
Invasive pat downs are always in the back of my mind when I fly. I can’t relax until I hear the engines start up.
So, going through PDX security alone and having a TSA agent stop me by the first class lane, look at my id and boarding pass, and ask “You first class or just beautiful?” scared me. I was kinda shocked and said “What?” maybe a little sharper than I needed to. He quickly handed me back my boarding pass and id and waved me over to the line I’d been heading for to begin with without saying anything else.
I was terrified I’d be subjected to a pat down (groped) because I’d been snippy with him and maybe embarrassed him. It’s a miracle I didn’t look suspicious to someone just because I was scared of that happening.
I was so glad I had my boyfriend watching me go through security.
I have been staying in Atlanta for the past few weeks from Ireland. The first incident of harassment happened while waiting for my bus. I noticed that alot of men driving by would stare at me and it made me feel uncomfortable. Within the space of ten minutes I had two men say something crude to me ( one said hey pretty girl how you doing). That might not seem like much but for a 19 year old girl in a new city it is unnerving. I even had a man driving his company van wave at me and blow a kiss at me. It sickened me to the pit of my stomach.
When waiting for my connecting bus, the harassment is worse. Men blatantly stare me up and down, saying something to their friends and pointing at me.
Just today I had a taxi driver lean out his window, as I stood waiting for the traffic lights to change , and shout “oh hey girl, hey pretty”. He then laughed and waved.
For some reason in Atlanta this is ok. I have spoken to other women and they say it just happens. One girl said after one incident “oh he thinks we are hookers.” Not one women at that bus stop was dressed inappropriately. THIS IS NOT OK. I want to feel safe and secure and not feel like a piece of meat. The men of Atlanta seem to think it is ok to do this, to shout things or make crude gestures, to make women feel like meat. There are days when I don’t want to wait for my bus because I don’t want to feel like people stare at me. Something needs to be done.
Pleasantdale MARTA bus 8:33pm from Doraville Stn:
So this man got my attention as he told a young rider to -you guessed it- “smile.” Really?
First he is easily 45 or 50 wearing a tight white pullover, white jogging pants and tennis shoes. He also appears to ride a bike.
Seems to be overcompensating for something b/c he seems oblivious to possible consequences or his harrassment. He just looks pleased with himself and his antics.
The offender looked clean cut, but squirrely: fidgety, biting his nails, and looking around too much on the bus. He almost appeared to be studying, searching for someone else to bother. PREDATORY behavior.
The woman he sat beside (in profile on pic) on a three-person bench with a seat in-between them them looked totally annoyed and looked like she was suppressing a disgusted face. I didn’t have to hear what he’d leaned in and said to her; her face said it all.
Next -making a show of it – he asked the lady to his left, (back of head in pic) if he could take her dancing tonight, and then proceeded to DEBATE her availability with her. I interrupted to hand her a large, plainly written in green marker, sheet of paper that read in my rushed scribble:
“I hollaback” is an organization that you can find online. They offer real solutions to street harassment. Please look it up when you can.”
Well I caught ol’ dude mid-sentence and he looked perplexed. I asked the lady he was speaking to to read it and pass the note to the lady seated next to the guy afterward. She looked caught off guard, but she read it, which stopped his flow. She also passed it to the other lady (in profile on the pic) by handing it TO “Ol’ The World and All of It’s Women Are My Oysters” (aka “Chester for grown ups”. He didn’t read it, but did glance at the paper once Lady 2 opened it. This was a fine outcome, so far as I can tell!
My FB post: “i holla’d back” twice today b/c I felt compelled to help out these 3 women, and I knew they couldn’t engage me afterward for fear that the issue would reignite and escalate. It’s so common a scenario.
My first assist was simply to hear a co-worker’s story and have her watch me post it on ihollaback.org. It really empowered us both!
A 4-for-1 day!
Go team Hollaback!
It was about 5pm on a Sunday and I went for a run on my usual route. I was stopped by a man in his car asking for directions. As I was helping him I looked down and realized he was masturbating. When I asked him if he was serious he told me not to worry about it. I quickly grabbed my phone and took his picture. He drove away and I got another one of his car.
I felt so stupid and embarrassed. I ran home crying.
I’m 15. Growing up I’ve always been more physically developed than girls my age, making me look older.
I was on my way to a friend’s birthday party at the bus stop. A man came to the stop and started staring at me for a while. After about five minutes he asks if I have a boyfriend and I say yes to shut him up but he didn’t stop. He got closer and asked where I live and where I’m going. He made gestures that were crude and offensive, the bus finally came and by then I was angry, sad, and annoyed.
I was watching the Super Bowl at my older brother’s house, a few of his friends were over. After the game, most of his friends left and he was putting his daughter to bed, I was on the couch next to his roommate, he started telling me “show me your tits, c’mon, show me your tits, just real quick”, he started trying to pull my shirt down. He stopped once I shoved his hands away and moved away, but he kept trying to convince me to do it myself. When my brother came back in the room, he stopped and I got up and went home. I never said anything because I didn’t want to cause trouble.