Why is it that scrubs always approach me at the most inappropriate time? I was trying to do something important and was not in the mood to be hit on!
I was at the library trying to print something up, and the printer kept giving me trouble. I put a $5 in the machine and it’s not enough for my print job, so I put another $5 in but the time on the printer expired and instead of returning my money as bills it spat out $10 worth of quarters. Great. Shaking my head. Can’t get the library worker’s attention because she’s talking to another patron so I try to handle things myself.
So out of nowhere, this pitiful loser tries to holla at me. He hovers over me and says, “Howya doin’, gurrrl? Gurrl, I luv yo’ dreads.” Seriously?! Why did this guy think I was in the mood to be hit on? I was preoccupied, trying to get a junk printer to work, and trying to retrieve a pile of quarters. Did he think I was going to stop, bat my eyelashes and coo at him? Hell no!
“Can’t you see I’m busy trying to get this damn printer to work and I don’t have the time to talk to you? Does it look like I’m interested in or care what you have to say?!” I snapped. His dumb butt starts snickering.
“You need help wit’ dat?” he asks, obviously not sincere because he’s walking away to leave, and still giggling.
“Obviously!” I said, sarcastically.
He’s gone, but the frustration of dealing with him, plus the frustration of dealing with a silly printer, lingered on me. Eventually I got the printer to work and went about my business, but the reminder that I’m a woman “expected” to visually please men and that I’m supposed to stop what I’m doing at that moment and cater to them is so annoying.
– Tired of Being Harassed
Location: Plaza Library, Arlington, VA
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Megan says
I’m wondering where these “men” were raised. At least you took a stand. So you should feel good about that.