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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

6 Train Nutjob

I guess I'm just naive and tend to think the best of people (I come by it honestly, from my mom), so my first thought of the middle-aged "dad-type" guy sitting directly across from me with the golf ball-sized hole in his crotch and testicle squeezed, spilling out onto the his seat was that it was gross, but just an accident. Here's me thinking "aw, that poor guy doesn't realize he's got a hole in his pants! But can't he feel that?"

Idiot. When I met up with my friends that night and told them the exact the same scenario above, they laughed and said, "You got flashed! That rip was completely intentional." Then when I got home and told my husband, he agreed. Ugh. It was disgusting and disturbing enough for me to see it, but what if I was a little kid sitting right across from him? Maybe a little kid would've pointed and yelled. Maybe I should've too.

Well, at least I'm holla-ing back. That's a start.

Submitted by Ali

Monday, October 30, 2006

No, Tom Cruise. I Don't Want to Pee with You.

I'm at a Halloween party in Williamsburg on Graham and Frost waiting for the toilet. As I get up to the door, a dude dressed as Tom Cruise with an ego to match comes up to me:

Tom: Can I go in with you?
Me: I don't think so dude.
Tom: C'mon!
Me: (shaking head) No.
Tom: I won't look. What are you scared I'm going to see something? I won't look. I'll pee in the shower.
Me: No.
Tom: C'mon!

The door opens and I slip in. As the door shuts behind me he forces it back open and thrusts himself into the bathroom. Next thing I know he's standing next to me. With reflexes that were must more impressive than my zombie costume might have suggested, I pushed him backwards as hard as I could. He fell outside of the bathroom and I locked the door.

Adrenaline still pumping, I got my boyfriend to take this picture of him. As I stood there shaken and scared, he was dancing.

Submitted by Emily

Sunday, October 22, 2006

My Pussy Cat has Claws, Mister.

I was just taking a walk up and down my street (It's a fairly quiet road, I started just walking there instead of around the block to avoid people harassing me) and as I turn at the end of my street to walk back towards my home, a guy leans out of his car (he's on an adjacent street) to scream out at me "I WANT TO LICK YOUR PUSSY!". Wow. I was wearing basketball shorts and an undershirt, but I felt so dirty after he said that. Thanks for ruining my day, jerk.

Submitted by Angela

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Jersey Jerks Hit Yankee Stadium

My dad gave my best friend and I his afternoon tickets for the 9/16 game RED SOX VS YANKEES. We sat for about ½ the game when this guy from behind us started making jokes about “southies” and how much the red sox suck (not to mention they were almost done selling beer and the Yankees were getting spanked). We ignored him for a pretty long time and hoped he would just shut up. Everyone in our section (mostly other season ticket holders) were also getting annoyed by his loud drunken stupidity. We jokingly asked him if he was from Jersey to which he answered “how did you know?” and then continued to call us nasty names. He called us everything in the book including assuming we were there “together” even though we both had our wedding rings prominently displayed. Finally when we had just about had enough he started to throw things at us. It was horrible. My friend was turning bright red. Being that we are both Scorpios you can imagine it was hard for us to sit there so long and listen to this without shouting back at him. Finally my friend turned around and told him to shut up which, admittedly, only made things worse. He screamed louder and louder and splashed beer in our direction, asking us if we liked to be humiliated. I am a military veteran with overseas time we even turned around and told him he was ruining one of my last few days before deployment (which has since been canceled) and even that didn’t shut him up. At one point in time I think he spit on us. At this point even his friends were looking pretty embarrassed but still weren’t attempting to shut him down. We got up and moved (to better seats no less) and enjoyed the rest of our day there—but since I had heard about this site on NPR, I had to snap some pictures of him. Here he is, in the white shirt with blue stripes and glasses on his head.

Submitted by Nicki and Corinne

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

HollaBack Loves Lauri Apple

Alright, we admit it. We have a crush. But after being serenaded with this kick ass song about street harassment, how could we resist? Listen here.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

81st and Broadway: Harassment Strikes on the Upper West Side

He still couldn't take his eyes of a woman's rear even as my phone was in his face. He and his friend eyed her and he said, "Have a nice day, gorgeous." But in the way that makes you feel anything but nice.

Submitted by Susan

Monday, October 16, 2006


I scored a HollaBack victory last night. I was almost home and walking down Roosevelt Ave. in Jackson Heights when I heard a guy behind me saying things that sounded like catcalls. I listened to the words and it went something like this: "Yes, your body, I can be inside your body."

I turned around and asked him, "You talking to me?"

"Oh yes, yes."

"Well, you better shut the fuck up, buddy, or I'll have you arrested," I said. I did not know how I was going to have him arrested, but that's beside the point. "You better stop talking to me like that."

Of course, he did not stop. Despair set in. Then, miracle of miracles! I saw a cop crossing the street. I flagged her down and told her about the harrasser. He was trying to hide behind the telephone booth but we found him. She started scolding him. I started scolding him, too -- "you don't talk to women like that." He played dumb and denied everything, but the officer wasn't having any of it. To add insult to his injury, every time I tried to talk to the officer the harrasser interrupted me. Which caused the officer to yell "shut up" at him over and over. It was quite fun to watch the officer put him in his place.

"See, you obviously don't respect women because you won't even let them talk to each other," I said.

The officer told me she would give the guy a summons. I left them on the corner and went about my merry way.

Submitted by Lauri

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Stick to Reading on the Toilet Please, Gentlemen

I was on the 18.48 train from London Paddington to Reading on Saturday 23 September 2006. The train was full, and there was a guy sitting across from me "reading" a 'lads mag'. No, he wasn't sitting by the window and doing this discreetly, the creep had an aisle seat and was holding the magazine for the whole carriage to see! Can you believe it, most of the people sitting close to him were women, and kids could easily have walked past. At first I tried to ignore him, but as he was going through the magazine studying every single page carefully, he sometimes held it up close to his face. When he got to the the centrefold, he turned the magazine around and held it up again. What a sad, immature, sick weirdo. I don't know if he was actually enjoying offending all the women around him, or if he was so deranged to think that what he was doing was normal and acceptable.

As I was getting more and more pissed off and thinking about what I could do, just before my stop I remembered that I had my digital camera with me, so I took two pictures of him. The first without flash so that he wouldn't notice. But I needn't have worried, because when I took the second one with flash he didn't even look up from the magazine, he was so glued to it.

Submitted by Tanja

Friday, October 13, 2006

Smile, You're on HOLLABACK!

After meeting with a co-founder of HollaBack I was walking home and ecstatically explaining to a friend on my cell phone how well my interview went and how excited I was to get involved in the group. While deeply engaged in this phone conversation, this guy finds it appropriate to ask, or tell me "Hey baby, come hang out with us", ignoring the fact that I look 14 and he looks 70. While I've heard much more disturbing comments and usually blow this nonsense off, this guys body language was enough on its own as he tried stopping me in my tracks, literally. Quickly I said to my friend I'll call you back, knowing that I needed to get this pigs picture. Getting my camera ready, I turned back towards this guy and his friend and politely said "Just let me take your picture" to which he happily responded with this pose. "Thanks", I said, "HollaBack, H-o-l-l-a BACK. Check out your face on the website!" To this he sarcastically responded "Well come back so I can give you a better picture". I kept walking and with a smile and confidence this time for I knew he was confused and nervous, most likely wondering where his face was being posted and who would see it. Living in New York for more than five years and experiencing the most disturbing acts of harassment, I always walked away pissed off with the feeling of being violated and helpless or tried blowing it off while thinking to myself, 'don't let this guy get to you'. Now I don't have to! Now I can HOLLA BACK! and rightly so.

Submitted by Lisa (our newest member!)

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Penis Spotting: October 11th on the R train

I was sitting on the R train on the two-seater where you can see directly outside of the window onto the platforms. At about 1:30pm, the train pulled into 34th street stop going downtown and I noticed a man directly outside of my window who kept looking inside of the train. He looked lost! So, I just kept on glancing around and minding my business…then I felt as though he was trying to get my attention; you can feel when someone is staring hard at you. So, I glance his way, and happen to notice something peculiar…well, his penis was zipped right out his pants and he started swinging it back and fourth with his jacket pockets. I froze! I didn’t know what to do, and it didn’t occur to me to take his photograph with my cell phone until the train started moving…and it was too late. I hope someone catches this pervert because it was a traumatizing experience!

Submitted by Jenni

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Jerked Off On... Blaargh!

This was almost two years ago, because I was almost 3 months pregnant with my son. I was riding the 1 uptown at about 2pm the car was, as expected at that time, almost empty. I was having a really good day up until this car ride. Anyways, I dozed off between stops, and all of a sudden I wake up because I felt someone over me. I look up, see this guy, and thought he was going to rob me. Instead, he turns back towards me and his dick was totally out of his pants and he was laughing at me and jerking off. I screamed, "WTF is wrong with you!?" He had me sort of blocked into the corner of the car so I had to duck under his arm to get aways from him, getting really close to him in the process. I run to the other side of the car, screamed at him, started calling the cops, while screaming- and I realized... he is totally getting off on this right now. I sat down next to the only other girl on the train (who hadn't seen anything on the other end) and was still yelling about that guy. I saw her move away from me and reach into her purse and saw her pull a tissue out of her purse and she says, "I'm sorry." I looked down at my jeans and started crying hysterically. The guy had jizzed on my knee. This guy was young, not bad looking, wearing a nice leather jacket and pressed jeans with a clean haircut. The cops told me that these pervs come in all shapes, ages, sizes, incomes, and colors- people you'd never expect.

An added note: this is the 2nd of my 3 disgusting public masturbation stories. The first was on a greyhound bus, when I told off another passenger for harassing me he proceeded to jerk off under his shirt. And the third, an older man backed his car next to mine (so the drivers windows faced eachother) extremely close in an empty parking lot. This forced me to struggle between the two cars, which meant that there was no way I wouldn't notice him jerking off in the front seat of his car.

Yeah, I wish I had pictures from all of these events, but even more, I wish I had pepper spray.

Submitted by Nica

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

When a Classy Restaurant doesn't Yield Classy Patrons

This guy's real classy... he followed me and my friends into a nice restaurant on my friend's birthday. He was completely wasted and starts screaming "HEY. YA. HEY YOU. THOSE ARE SOME BEAUTIFUL TITS. I MEAN, REALLY BEAUTIFUL. Don't be offended, I just love your fucking tits." The entire restaurant stopped eating. I thought my response was okay, considering I didn't blow up too much. I gave him a steely smile and said, "That's polite. Does that mean you want to pay for my meal, jackass?" He kept trying to talk to us for the rest of the night! This guy disgusts me, but I almost feel like putting his picture on the internet isn't even half as embarrassing as what he did to himself, acting like that big of an asshole in a public place. Saaaaay cheese!

Submitted by Emily

Subway Groper on the 6 Train

I was running late to work and jumped onto a 6 train at 86th street just before the doors were closing. A tall guy jumps in right behind me. The car was extremely crowded, almost no room to move whatsoever, but I was able to move a little further in to give the guy behind me some room. So we're riding and I feel something graze my butt, but as quickly as it happened it went away. I'm thinking to myself, that better not be his hand and I try and look down and see some form of a briefcase in his hand. The subway lurches and I feel something on my butt again, and this time it lasts a little longer so I move forward as much as I can, but there is a girl in front of me, a girl to the left of me, and a pole to the right of me, so there's really nowhere to go. The guy lets go but then puts his hand back on me (at this point I've figured out that it's not his briefcase, he is grabbing my butt instead of grabbing the pole right next to him). He mutters to me "excuse me" and takes his hand off. I am thinking to myself: Can this really be happening to me right now? What do I do? Do I scream at him? Do I wait it out? Do I shove him off of me?" We kept going like that until 51st street where I got off, thoroughly disgusted, him grabbing me and saying excuse me and me trying to pretend I wasn't in my body. I wish so much that I had said something to him or done something to end it, but I was paralyzed with fear. I know it sounds kind of stupid to just stand there and let it happen, but I was so scared of what he might do to me if I embarassed him or said something. Since that happened, I've told myself I will never let myself be a victim of Subway Groping again. I only wish I had known to take a picture of him! Fucking creep.

Submitted by Molly

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Ringing in the New Year with Exhibit A: Creepy and Pathetic

I took a photo of these perves at New Years Eve in Sydney last year. We were helping a tourist from Argentina get to her New Years party and these perves were taking her photo on their camera phones. Then when she got off the train they went up to their mates on the upper level of the train and oggled her some more creepily on their phones. If you look carefully you can see us in the reflection of the window laughing at their pathetic ness and looking forward to putting them on the internet and telling everyone about how creepy and pathetic they are. Now that can happen! Yay!

Submitted by Shara

Friday, October 06, 2006

Karma: Street harassment has a new best friend

I live in the mountains in Southern California. There are a few hillbillies up here and some of these men are downright stupid. I was driving on a main road town. The speed limit is 35 MPH. I was trying to find a street on the left and slowed down to see the street sign. Nope that wasn't it, so I went on to the next street. By this time I had a good ol' boy on my tail. I could hear him yelling "move it ya fuckin cunt" and I hurriedly turned left onto my street, to get the hell out of his way.
As he drove on I turned my head to see him shaking his fist at me, yelling "I should fuckin kill you bitch" and as he was looking at me he rounded the blind curve.
Next thing I hear is a big crash. No brakes no nothing.
I didn't dare go to investigate, I was afraid that this guy might have a gun or just come over and beat me up. I checked the local alerts and it said "traffic collision, man in green truck bleeding".
He got what he deserved, I just hope no one else was hurt as well. Road rage at its finest.

Thursday, October 05, 2006


What is it with me and bad men in Briton? So I’m there on business again and am having an Archers Aqua outside a bar on Poland Street and gossiping with some of the girls here when I notice that this guy in another group (we are outside as its one of those crowded places) and he’s giving me the eye – I'm not showing off except up top and I’m feeling confident - he's pretty cute but is drunk and swaying a bit. We carry on drinking and laughing and dancing around a bit outside because its that kind of place and he starts dancing closer with his back to me making these weird sounds like “ummmm…ummmmm.ungh unga..ungh” and thrusting his groin forward (away from me thankfully). I don’t think much of it and he seems more stupid than cute then, especially when he starts to rub his own butt in a nasty way and boogies over to his small group. As we get pushed closer to his group by the crowd I see he keeps looking right at me, leering and I catch bits of his drunken conversation in which he looks at me and mumbles something about a ‘hot carl’ and a ‘cleveland steamer’ and (most scary – I'm sure its about
me but couldn’t prove it) “I'll put that booty in a wheelchair like a batty boy” in between gross oogling. I come from quite a conservative background and I haven’t heard some of this stuff before I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable but am tipsy and am waiting for someone to call a cab. More people are leaving and this guy just keeps looking at me and I’m sure I he’s still rubbing his butt as he does this little dance. The cab pulls up - one of those VW vans as there are a bunch of us. I’m feeling happy – its been a good night overall with my local girlfriends – then this FREAK looks straight at me and says “I’d reckoned you'd come back to me gaff for a spot of ice docking” and keeps doing his butt dance mumbling “rimm it rimm me off batty bitches”. I have my camera phone with a zoom in my handbag and pull it out as we pull off – think I have the bastards face but all I got is this blur of him doing his butt dance pointing at himself.

We talk about it safe in the back of the cab and apparently these kind of guys are all over Soho. I ask the girls what those terms mean and it is the grossest, most degrading crap I have ever heard. It all involves faeces and is not funny – horrible and violating. I wanted to vomit when I thought about the ice docking. You think you wouldn’t run into poop obsessed street harassers that need to be put away in a nice part of London. I’m so angry…Yuck!

Submitted by Roxie