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Thursday, August 31, 2006

Wish I had a stop sign for your mouth...

This man pulled up next to me as I was stuck in traffic, looked down at my bare thighs - I was indeed daring to wear a skirt - and started FLICKING his tongue at me.

Tongue, out of his mouth, saliva dripping, moving all over the place; you know, like that obscene trucker in "Thelma and Louise" that they keep passing. Now I know first-hand why they finally end up shooting his tires out and blowing up his vehicle.


Since I'm not much for violence, don't own any firearms, and unfortunately wasn't starring in my very own HollaBack film with Geena Davis -- I instead aimed my camera phone to the side, kept my eyes on the road, and snapped him RIGHT as he passed me.

Of course, he was in the middle of partaking in harassment round-two, with a side of Scum Sauce. Too bad, dipshit: How's THIS for a money shot?!!

-Sam

Monday, August 28, 2006

Window shopping

Having coffee/tea in Harvard square the other night with a gal pal, three dudes walked by and not only stared at us; they did a triple take! I looked over and I got one of the grossest smiles anyone has ever given me. Hi, we're having some beverages. It is NOT that interesting. I chased them down with my camera but they got away. Probably to go bother someone else. Fuckers.

- CB

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Wholey Foods!

Grocery: I'm looking at bulk granola. Some dude next to me seems to be doing the same. As I choose my variety and start scooping it, he mutters, "God bless you, love," and sort of wanders away. Go to hell and stop scoping me while I buy some goddamn cereal, you creep!

- Yaris

Thursday, August 24, 2006

You holla-ed at the wrong lady, sir...

So this man was pacing near Davis Square for several hours, forcing women off the sidewalk into the busy street as they tried to avoid his rants and screams. I have no idea what was going on, but if this isn't the kind of behavior we aim to end, I don't know what is.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

HOT and BOTHERED in the OC

I'm sitting at a stoplight in my car on Pacific Coast Highway, on the way to the doctor's office today. Outside my window, I see a cute couple, early 20's guy and gal walking down the street. The girl is wearing a jean skirt and flip flops (this was two minutes from the beach). How sweet. Two other men walking by approach them and pass. These men are in their late fifties. White hair.

One of them does a double-take and I watch his eyes go right down to her ass. Then he turns back and tells his friend, they both stop and turn fully around, and start hitting each other, nodding their heads, making snide remarks and laughing. You know, as if they were a couple of horny, misogynistic teenagers.

At least the girl (and her boyfriend) were turned the other way and didn't notice them. But I did. And I thought, "Don't they have daughters? Unacceptable!!"

-Michelle, Laguna Beach, CA

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Mama holla

This [site] reminded me of the time I took the IND train to the Ralph Ave station on my way home from school. No-one I knew lived in my part of Brooklyn. The subway stop was 3/4 miles from my house; the bus stop was only 1 1/2 blocks. I had to pay extra carfare to take the subway whereas the bus for students was a nickel. I took the train instead of the bus because my friends rode the subway to get home to Queens. It was an early dismissal day due to testing schedule. As I was walking the long subterranean passage towards the exit at street level, I heard foot steps slowly accelerating behind me. I was scared since no-one was about. As I started going up the sunlit staircase, my butt, whatever it was in volume, got grabbed. I turned around, and for fear of the worst stared at my over six feet, brawny, and young would-be molester. All that came out of my mouth was a steely and calm "And what do you think you are doing?" He fled so fast. This was only one of several incidents where screaming would be of no avail. I swear my guardian angel was with me and took over by telling me to be strong calm and assertive. Perpetrators come in many forms.

Walk safe!

- Mama H

Friday, August 18, 2006

Java holla

Few years ago, I had a job in this incredibly sexist coffeeshop. The owners were brothers who were constantly trying to create this "gentleman's club" for the other guys that worked there - nevermind the women on staff. But the money was okay, the manager seemed decent, and it was a hip place to work at the time, so I stuck it out.

One afternoon, my manager, out of nowhere, asked me if I was wearing a thong at work. I probably wasn't even 20 at the time and because no one ever talked to me that way in that environment, I didn't even respond. I walked around nervous, feeling violated in a way I couldn't explain or understand (honestly, until years later). But later that same day, the other guys at work were teasing the manager, who also happened to be a painter, about "slinging his paint" around in his apartment with his girlfriend, and I nearly lost it. I quit soon after, and that memory has haunted me for years. The mental image I have of that guy, throwing his juice around his apartment, assumedly in the direction of his girlfriend, makes me cringe even now.

- Suz

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

It's not Halloween - it's Wednesday!!

At about 9 o'clock tonight, I was waiting at the edge of the Common to cross Beacon street where it intersects with Charles. Nice neighborhood, right? Yeah, well, as I was standing there waiting for the light to change in my favor, some dude shouted at me out the passenger side of a car that was making a right there. I was a bit annoyed but not completely surprised--this sort of thing is par for the course, after all. However, while I was still mentally processing what just happened and trying to figure out what he said, I heard a shout from the next car and felt something wet and cold hit my hand and spray all over my pants--

I had just been EGGED by a passenger in that second car.


It's not even Halloween. Of course I shouted "WTF?!" and whipped out my phone, but by then the car was already long gone. So here's the brown-shelled free-range projectile, instead.

Don't I live in a city, a place that ought to be the hub of civilization (and one would hope, with it, civilized acts)?

Words, gesticulations, and whistles are bad enough...there's no need to physically attack someone to let them know what a jerk you are.

-robin

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Vacation...had to get away?

Um, sometimes I don't even bother to holla back because this crap is so rampant. I mean, can we just talk about how many dudes stared me down on vacation a couple of weeks ago? like followed me with their eyes like they'd never seen a woman before. I couldn't possibly take all of their pictures if I tried. So tired of being unsafe with leering fucks. Whatever...felt like venting. I know I'm not alone. And thats fucked up.

- Jo

Friday, August 11, 2006

Driving me crazy

What did this dude think he was doing when he tried to run me off the road?! did he hate my pro-lady bumper sticker or some shit? Seriously, we were on Storrow Drive and he tried to almost run me off the road a couple of times. Didn't mess with anyone else, and then he saw me take a picture! Gotcha, sucka! then he tried to slow down so I'd pass him, but no such luck, dude. You messed with a holla lady. Next time, check yourself before you wreck yourself (or try to wreck anyone else for that matter!)

- Jess

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Bagged!




This stupid guy looked every single one of us up and down today waiting for the train. Old, young - didn't matter. Mofo couldnt get enough of anything sorta female. Geez. Keep your eyes to yourself, you jerk!

- Aimee, Brighton

Monday, August 07, 2006

Public - not pubic - spaces

I was walking down the street in San Francisco and some dude had his hands down his pants, RUBBING HIMSELF IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. Gross, dude! I would have taken his picture if I weren't so anxious to get outta there.

I hate this shit.

- Rhonda

Saturday, August 05, 2006

HIT ON THIS!

I was walking out of a mall in New Hampshire with my boyfriend when we passed 2 guys who looked a little older than us. Not even looking at them one said as he stared at me, "Dammnn, sexy." As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, he procceeded to say to my boyfriend, "Man I hope you hit that pussy tonight! Be a man!"

I could not believe anyone would say that right in front of me. I was so
humiliated and disgusted I practically ran to the car. GROSS!

Lauren

Friday, August 04, 2006

Taking me home...

Because its disgustingly hot in Boston right now (not to mention how much my car sucks already), I broke down yesterday and had to wait for the tow truck. I've never had anything but lovely experiences with the guys who have to drive me home, but this dude took too many liberties, and I don't care if it shouldn't bother me or wasn't that threatening. Men should learn that they can't just say whatever they want and expect us to giggle.

So first, he gets this phone call and says, "Yeah, I'm in air conditioning with a beautiful woman..." I'm like, what?! Then he keeps telling me that of course the gas station guys know me because how could they forget a beautiful girl like me? Man, give it a rest. I have a shitty car and I live around the corner. Two days ago my mechanic introduced me to his wife. Unlike you, my mechanics are super nice and not weird and sleazy. The tow truck guy also kept asking me my name - like my full name. Ew. He didn't offer to drive me home, and I didn't ask. I'd rather walk. Get some manners and maybe you won't have to fabricate stories about women you don't know next time your ex wife calls you. Loser.

- Elena

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Grabbing in Spain

I was in Spain this past april for a school trip and it was one of our last nights there. Not really experiencing anything too horrible yet we went to some clubs on a friday night. going into the club there were a bunch of guys around our age, maybe
a little older who were outside trying to get in also. they made a few comments outside, but my friends and I walked away. a few minutes later we saw them near us in the club, and they started trying to grab us to dance with them. None of us wanted to so we stayed away and used the power of our big group to watch out for each other. pretty soon they were back and one older guy was grabbing at my hips to dance with him. I said no I dont want to dance and quickly got away.

Later as we were leaving the club I was walking out with my friends when all of a sudden I felt someone grab my ass! I was shocked and turned around as fast as I could to catch the one who did it. I saw the group of guys but I didn't know who had done it. Needless to say, we got out of there quick.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Belmont Badness

I live in Belmont, which is a really close suburb of Boston. I was just about to cross the street when this big truck drives up and doesn't move for like a whole minute. The guy in the passenger seat just sat there, LEERING at me.

Hello, I just turned 14. I look like I'm 11 or 12. I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS!!!

~Laura

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Just plane alcohol...

On a flight yesterday, this guy was totally messing with everyone on the plane..including a very young girl who was sitting with her dad!! When the flight attendant finally had a talk with the very-likely-he-was-drunk or just super creepy dude, he did the whole "well, I'm afraid of flying thing" as if HE was the victim. If you're afraid, making it other people's - women's - problem is not helping anyone! You just can't go anywhere without a holla...geez.

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