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“I’m not here to talk to!”

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I had basically had an awful day at one of my part-time jobs. I was tired, sore, and basically spent the past hour choking back tears from how tired I was, and how badly I had been treated at work.

I was catching the last train that was running that evening. I was sitting on the platform, holding my knees and not talking to anyone. I was staring at the wall. I was wearing a black t-shirt and knee length black shorts. I had no make up on, I was caked in dirt and sweat, and my legs were bruised, evidence of my backbreaking day.

Well, evidently I was still attractive to a drunk man who was catching the train home with his friends. He was a good thirty years older than me, twice my size and reeking of bourbon.

“Hey! Hey there! Girl!”

I thought he wasn’t talking to me. I was tuning out everything going on. I was just so desperate to get home.

“Hey. Hey.”

He was standing right next to me. I was already so overwhelmed from my day, I didn’t understand what was going on. I look up at him. He was standing very close to me, close enough that one of his knees was brushing against my arm.

“Hey girl! I like your pig tails! That’s so cute! What’s your name? Where do you live?”

After a day of being yelled at, hurt by boxes, sprayed by hoses, injured by ladders, disrespected by bosses and talked down to by customers I. FUCKING. LOST. IT.

I immediately burst into a shock of hysterical tears. I let out this horrible noise and got to my feet immediately.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you crying? I just – ”

“Why are you doing this?! Why are you bothering me? I am tired, I am sore, and I am fucking over it!” I yelled at him. “Can’t you see I’ve had a horrible day? Why can’t you people just leave me alone? I’m not here to talk to! I never gave any indication I wanted to talk to you! Just go away! Just leave me alone! GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY WHY AREN’T YOU GOING AWAY JUST GO AWAY!”

He stumbled back to his friends, looking more frightened than I have ever seen a grown man look. As soon as he was a few feet away, I immediately stopped crying, went back to my sitting position and tucked my face into my knees.

I half expected him and his friends to jeer at me and carry on, but they were all deathly silent. Even when the train came, they sat down (a good row and half away from me) and as I left. Not a single word.

I felt much better afterward, to be honest.

– Anna

Location: Perth, Washington

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“You feel like you’re a piece of meat” – New PSA

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“In societies across the world, women are still openly harassed on the streets and in other public spaces. Leering, lecherous ogling. Unsolicited physical, or non-physical sexual contact. The world is watching. Join the movement and stop street harassment.” – Pascale Neuschäfer

Last year, South African filmmaker Pascale Neuschäfer created a powerful short film about street harassment in her community.You can read a Q&A with her about it.

Now she’s working on an anti-street harassment campaign. As part of it, she just launched a new PSA against street harassment. It was filmed during the SlutWalk in Capetown last year.

To get more of a feel for street harassment in Cape Town, here’s a story that was submitted to the blog past year.

Even more alarming, a few weeks ago, a mob of 50 to 60 men harassed and groped two teenage girls who were wearing short skirts.

When I mentioned this incident to Pascale, she said, “last year at that very same taxi rank, a young woman came to an even harsher fate, when she was stripped of her mini skirt (all recorded on CCTV cameras). Converse to this news stories: women in rural areas often face the same fate when they wear pants!”

Terrible. And those are just some of the many reasons why a campaign against street harassment is necessary.

Keep up the great work, Pascale! We support you.

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“I don’t judge you guys.”

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This incident of street harassment happened at about 8 in the morning on public transit. I was with my partner, a trans-woman (I’m a ciswoman). We had stopped at a coffee shop while waiting for the bus. We sat at the coffee bar at the window. While we were drinking our coffee, this man who was obviously high on some sort of drug, started pointing and waving, trying to get our attention. We ignored him, finished our coffee and caught the bus. We sat near the back. The man who had been gawking got on the bus and sat across from us. He immediately tried to engage us in conversation.

“Hey, I’ve seen you two around,” he slurred. “What’s up?”

We answered in monosyllables, trying to subtly let him know that we weren’t interested in talking.

He kept at it, talking, trying to introduce himself. We kept trying to politely give him the brush-off. Finally, he reached over and touched my leg (I was wearing patterned tights and a knee-length skirt). My partner and I both assertively told him to back off and keep his hands to himself. He laughed and reached over and touched my leg again. I pushed his hand away and reached for my umbrella. “Look buddy, I have a big stick here and I know how to use it. So back the hell off,” I said.

He leaned back in his seat and laughed. “It’s ok,” he said. “I don’t judge you guys.”

– Margaret

Location: Vancouver, BC, Canada

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Baltimore college student writes thesis on street harassment

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This guest blog post is by Laurel Long, who recently wrote her college thesis on street harassment at Goucher College in Baltimore, Maryland. She wrote a different blog post about it for Hollaback Bmore last month.

I began research into street harassment because I felt I had no other choice. I have been taking public transportation by myself since I was a teenager. Almost every time I go out, I experience sexual harassment. The harassment I experience is both day and night and frankly, causes me to hesitate to travel. One of my goals with this project is to debunk myths regarding street harassment: that it is something perpetuated by men of color on white women; that it only happens to women who dress provocatively (needless to say, how a woman dresses is not an excuse for harassment); that women are making a big deal out of nothing. In the experiences of myself and the women I know, none of these conceptions hold up. While doing research for my thesis, I loved reading the few books and articles available on the subject of street harassment as well as the many blog entries. However, the comments, mainly from men, were infuriating to read. The myths discussed above and others (e.g., lower class men are the main harassers), were repeated ad nauseum by blog commenters.

For my thesis, in addition to researching the subject via scholarly and non-scholarly means, I conducted focus groups, all with women, almost all from Goucher. To my surprise, most women participating in my focus groups considered street harassment to be a problem in their lives. This may well be because it was not an average sampling of women attending Goucher; rather the ones who participated wanted to be there. However, I was not surprised to find that my participants overwhelmingly respond to harassers in non-confrontational ways; for example, they cross the street or get off the bus rather than tell the harasser to stop. It is worth noting the admiration women expressed for one of my participants who is very assertive with men. There seems to be a gap between how women want to act and the way they actually do express themselves (I include myself within this group).

One of the more interesting things I found is that the women I surveyed generally did not see the law as practical for use in combating street harassment. Reasons varied, but part of the problem with use of the law against street harassment is that there is no standard definition of street harassment; it’s subjective. This was also a common theme brought up by men on the blogs I visited. Yet, there are laws against sexual and racial harassment in schools and workplaces. My guess is the reason there are no laws against street harassment, is that it is typically not a problem those in positions of authority face, being mostly straight, white men, and by nature of being in positions of authority, people with privilege. While I don’t know if law is the most effective route to use in solving this problem, I do know that it is a societal problem. Women are not the ones responsible for creating the situation of fear on the streets, nor should we be the only ones responsible for resolving it.

Long studies sociology and women’s studies at Goucher College. She will receive her B.A. in May 2012. Her other interests include practicing Spanish, writing creative non-fiction, and reading mysteries.

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Hey handsy guy at the club, look out for Salwa!

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During my college days, I stopped going to clubs with my friends because of the inevitable harassers. Just because someone is dressed up and out with friends does not mean it’s okay to rub up against them, grab them, follow them, or make them feel uncomfortable! I know many other women face this unwanted attention/harassment/and even assault too.

That’s why I’m happy to see that my favorite Lebanese feminist collective Nasawiya produced a new video about their heroine Salwa and how she stopped a sexual harasser at the club. Then, when she goes to report the harasser to the police, she stops the police officer who harassed her! (Sad but true, some police are harassers).

How have you dealt with harassers at a club or bar?

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