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New submission from phone app
Traveling by tube from a domestic violence awareness training session at the anti sexual violence charity where I volunteer, to a funeral wake on the other side of London, two teenage boys who when I don’t respond to their ‘alright love’, tell me ‘you’re butters’. Surprisingly upsetting somehow.
New submission from Mary Spencer
I have noticed a trend for the word “pig” being used to describe me if I don’t smile on demand at a boy (aged 14 – 30 shockingly).
Cheers chaps, apparently I’m attractive enough for you to come on to me in public but then you are so ashamed of me not responding, you have to insult me to make yourselves feel better?
Tomorrow 22/11/13 our colleagues at The British Transport Police are running a public engagement event at Victoria, Waterloo and Kings Cross stations between 12.30 and 2.30pm, look out for the staff and volunteers in yellow t-shirts handing out oyster card wallets and info on Project Guardian – an initiative we are working on to make public transport safer for Londoners. Safe travels everyone!
New submission from JC
I was out running, alone, in the middle of the day. He walked passed me saying ‘Sexy body’ – I loudly said ‘F–K OFF’, he asked me to repeat it, I did, he asked why, and I said ‘because that was harassment and it’s not OK’.
I am disappointed with myself for giving such a crude response, and I hope that next time I’m able to explain to the harasser why their behavior is unwelcome – as apparently it is not obvious! – but it makes me so angry that I have to run at inconvenient hours because it isn’t safe to run in the evening, and I still have to hear this bullshit.
New submission from phone app
While walking back from uni after dark, a car full of men driving by slowed down to keep my walking pace, shouting lewd comments at me. As I was on my own and there wasn’t anyone around, I did not feel safe confronting them. Eventually they carried on and let me be.
New submission from Daniela
I was walking to this office and saw a man taking a photo of me and asked him what he was doing. He said “taking a picture of you babe” and laughed. I then asked him to delete it. He laughed and ran away.
New submission from Elizabeth
While riding on the Central Line toward Oxford Circus I was sitting in a seat listening to music minding my own business. I had made eye contact a couple of times with a man sitting across from me but did not really pay it much mind. As we approached Bond Street Station he stood up in front of me for a few seconds and just before getting off the tube dropped a slip of paper into my lap. On the paper was his first name, a smiley face, and a phone number. While I don’t particularly find this to be harassment, what concerned what that it was typed up. It was not his business card and it was not as if he a just written it down because he saw me and wanted to give me his number. It just concerns me that a man is walking around with these slips of paper giving his number to younger looking girls (he looked like he could have been 10-15 years older than me). Here’s a picture in case I did not explain myself well enough.
New submission from Mia Wright
There’s a dual carriage way that pretty much runs down the middle of my town, and it is the only route I can take to get to school and meet up with my friends at the weekends. I am fifteen, I have to walk everywhere, so there is no way I can avoid this road. The first time I was harassed on that road I was thirteen and was walking into the town centre to meet friends in the middle of the summer. It was hot so naturally I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, not that it should matter. A car slowed down as it went past me and a guy in his late twenties leaned out of the window and shouted ‘Nice legs sweetheart’ at me. This situation has been repeated so many times over the last two years that i’m scared to walk down that road alone when I’m not completely covered up, so no one has any excuse to comment on my attire. The comments have only gotten worse as I’ve gotten older. It is one of the busiest roads in my town but no one bothers to stop and stick up for a young girl being harassed by grown men. Sickening.
New submission from Aria
I was 14, and on the bus to school wearing my uniform. I noticed a man, about 30, staring at me. I looked away, then looked back after a few minutes, glaring at him when he didn’t stop. He continued to openly and unblinkingly stare at me, and began to smile, the kind that doesn’t reach the eyes, in obvious enjoyment at my discomfort.
I realized that the whole point was that he wanted me to feel powerless, so that he could feel powerful, but that only made me feel more threatened, vulnerable and angry. I tried to ignore him, but my mind raced with thoughts on how unjust it was, how at my age I shouldn’t even be able to understand this kind of attention, but for the fact that it happened almost every school day. This was someone so pathetic they had to intimidate a lone 14 year old to feel strong.
When I stood up to leave I leaned over, looked him in the eye and said loudly “It’s rude to stare. Especially at school kids.” Everyone on the bus turned to stare at HIM. I felt an incredible rush of returned power as I watched him splutter in broken English and just turned my back to go about my business.
New submission from Sam
Easily the worst time I was street harrassed was during summer 2012 in Regents Park after a sporting event when a gang of bad boys were walking maybe 2 metres behind me. I was wearing loose tracksuits and a loose t shirt and they made derogative sexist objectifying remarks loudly. I could hear them sneer at me saying ‘oooooh look at that’ ‘that’s sick man’ and making absolutely shocking disgusting comments about what they thought my vagina and breasts looked like. It was blunt and raw. I wanted to turn around and fight back but I was too intimidated by the group.