the Haters v. my Superhero

There's something about dating girls that makes everyone walking down the street want to tell you exactly how they feel about your relationship. If you're hot, they comment. If they think one of you is hot and one is not, they comment. If they think your lifestyle is fucking disgusting and you should rot in hell, they comment.

In this particular example a girl I was dating and I were getting some late night food from a Mexican cart on 14th street. We were holding hands and looking a little drunkenly doe-eyed when all of a sudden my ladyfriend bolts towards these two gentlemen saying "What did you say? Are you talking to me?" She is a take-no-shit kind of girl and scared the living shit out of them. Their tails quickly went under their legs and they shut their traps.

I never actually heard what they said (it was in Spanish, her first language and one that I don't speak) and honestly didn't care too. This kind of harassment happens so often in the lesbian community the exact words never matter. It's the idea that you are constantly being watched with eyes of lust and hatred (and sometimes fasicination by the tourists) that is what hurts. It is also what makes girls like my ladyfriend on-call bad ass superheroes.

Submitted by Emily

Apparently this Man Didn't Read the Anti-harassment Subway Ads

I've run into a perv going between Long Island City and Manhattan on the subway. He gets on the N or W train at Lex headed for LIC, and then gets off at LIC and takes the 7 train back. I think he rides any time of the day (nothing better to do?). The first time was over the summer around lunch time. He sat down next to me and was digging his arm into my side like he was enjoying it. I'd move and then he would still move his arm back. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, so didn't report him. The second time was this morning at rush hour. He got on the train at Lex and remained standing. He tried to casually put his leg against me. I looked up and thought it was the same guy from the summer. I just got up as soon as we were near LIC. He followed me and started saying "cunnilingus" - never making eye contact. I yelled out to him, "You are absolutely disgusting!" Also, I reported him to the MTA. Seems like I am not the first to report this freak... The MTA employee, when I first started describing what happened, nodded his head and said "black jacket?" Hope they do something about him. I'm kind of freaked out... but mostly pissed off.

Submitted by JC

Clark Street Creep

On Monday afternoon, I was getting off the train at the Clark St station in Brooklyn (2/3) when I was walking up the stairs from a subway platform, a man lifted my dress and when I jumped up quick, he tried to hold on to my ankle. I screamed and he ran down the stairs and got on the train. I called the police and was told that there wasn't much that they could do...

Scared the hell out of me.

Submitted by Suzy

New York Shitty

Caught in the act of LAME.

Eyes, Tongue, Mouth: All out of Line

I am only 17 years old and I have not experienced that much cat calling or harassment. I have gotten very few, but they were only things like, "hey beautiful". But today while waiting on the uptown 28th street subway platform for the 1 train, a man walks onto the platform, he had to be anywhere between his 30's or 40's. He's rolling some boxes and other cargo in through the emergency gate. I am sitting down on one of the seats right next to the gate, I had just missed the last subway by a second so I knew I had a wait till the next one came. I have this weird feeling coming over me. I had realized that the man with the boxes was just leaning against the emergency gate, and he had been for a while. He was right by me and it came off as a little awkward, because I had that "I'm being watched feeling" coming on. I look over and he's looking right at me. When I looked at him, he stuck his tongue out ALL THE WAY in a licking motion right at me, all while grinning this evil look. He then proceeded to say, "lookin' good, lookin' good!".

I knew about Hollaback NYC, and I did have my phone on me. I wanted to take a picture so badly, but my hands seemed frozen and the hairs on my neck were standing up, and my stomach felt like it was going to fall out. I know it may not sound so bad to some of you, but I have never received something to this extent before. I couldn't bring myself to grab my camera phone and bust his dumb ass, I was in this state of after shock. He walked away right after and proceeded to chat some other women up further down the platform, while I was left in the chair feeling helpless.

I made sure we got into separate cars FAR away from each other when the subway finally came (after that it felt like an eternity). When my stop came, you can bet I ran out of the subway so fast. I didn't know if we got out at the same stops, but I wasn't about to find out.

Submitted by Susanna

You thought you could relax on the bus?

I would much rather walk the few blocks I need to but the only thing that stops me is that I know I will be harassed. So I take the bus, because what's going to happen there, I can ALWAYS tell the bus driver or stand near him. Unless of course, he's the one doing the harassing. I regret not writing about the 2 bus drivers in Manhattan who I had issues with. Here I caught him doing it to someone else.

On the M11, its pretty much a quite ride. A girl was crossing at a stop sign and all of a sudden the bus driver starts honking at her, and saying "mm mm mm damn". The girl was startled naturally by the honking horn, had her hand over her heart and did what I usually don't have the guts to do - she glared at him, he turned and moved his head up and down dramatically with some neck movement.

Submitted by Lisa

J train Jerk-off Strikes Again on F at Delancey!

At approximately 10:15 tonight I was waiting for the downtown F train at the Delancey stop. I walked to the front of my platform and noticed a guy in a longish hooded camouflage coat going to town on himself straight across from me at the uptown platform. He was standing next to a column and the poor woman to the other side of him seemed to have no idea what he was doing. He was completely aware that I could see him and knew exactly what was going on and remained pretty brazen in continuing what he was doing right in front of me...until I took out my camera. Once he saw that, he hid to the back of the column and would occasionally peek his head out (I believe the other head was hidden, at this point under his coat, but I still saw his arm moving up and down), to see where I was, dancing back-and-forth as I moved up and down the platform in search of a better shot. I tried getting a photo for a good five minutes until his uptown train came and he ran far down to the other end of the platform while the arriving train obscured my view. Unfortunately, I only got the back of him and the shots are blurry and dark, however, I just logged on to Holla Back and discovered you guys already HAVE a picture of him! There is no doubt in my mind that I saw the Friday, December 5th J-train Jerkoff! Do these people ever learn?!

Submitted by Meredith

Let the lady have a seat. No, not on your face.

I was at Enid's Bar in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Needing a chair, I asked this guy "Is anyone using sitting here?" and he said, "I have somewhere you can sit" then he proceeded to spread his hands all over his mouth and said "right here." Twenty minutes later he posed for these pictures. He's the guy in the black, pictured twice.

Submitted by Meghan

Poor Form, BedStuy

I moved to NYC in March and beginning in May I was living in a sublet in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Not my ideal choice, but cheap and with a friend, so not a bad deal for a couple of months, or so I thought. I have never been harassed so much in my life as in the 8-block, 10-minute walk it took me to get from my front door to the train and back. I have lived in Brazil before and there the men constantly catcall, so even though this neighborhood was annoying, I figured I could deal. Now, I have big curly brown hair and a generous behind, and this definitely attracted attention in that area but what am I supposed to do, dress in a brown sack? Like I said, I figured I could deal with it. One night, however, I was walking home along Nostrand Ave. and a big SUV full of guys, windows down and music blasting, drives in the opposite direction and pulls into a side street right into my path, so that I have to walk around the back of the car. As I walk up to it, they start the customary, "Oooh, girl, mmm hmm!" and all of that typical bullshit, and of course I pretend like I can't hear them because that's what I always do. I also wasn't frightened they were going to physically assault me because the street itself is pretty busy, and even though it was after midnight there were some other people, including men in suits and other people coming home from work. Anyway, I walk behind the car ignoring them, but as I get around it and start walking away from them, one of them shouts (and I mean he screamed it), "I would SUCK your little pink clit. YES I WOULD!" and then he and his buddies just laughed, didn't even drive away, just sat there laughing. It was the most invasive, disturbing and disgusting thing anyone has ever said to me, and I was absolutely shocked at the nerve of these men. I mean, how would they feel if someone talked to their mothers or sisters that way? What's worse, none of the men walking near me said anything back to them. I mean, I don't expect anyone to stick up for me per se, but would it kill you to reprimand the members of your gender that are giving all of you a bad reputation? I mean, grow a pair and tell these assholes you don't talk to women like that, since lord knows that won't listen to us! After that night, I started staying at my sister's place when I got out of work late, and by July I had moved out. I will never ever live in that neighborhood or any other where I feel threatened on a constant basis. EVER. Unfortunately I just found out this site exists, otherwise I would have definitely taken their picture. Hopefully there won't be a next time....

Submitted by Sage

J train Jerk-off

I took a picture of this man on the J train going over the Williamsburg bridge Tuesday night. I was sitting across from him when I noticed him masturbating. At the same time another woman had noticed what he was doing and we both got up from our seats and moved down the train car. I sat nearby and took out my phone to snap a picture. You can see him noticing what I was doing, which freaked him out. He jumped up and ran down the car to get off at Essex St. I apologize if the pic is too graphic but I'm glad I caught him red-handed!

Submitted by Tarayaki

Road Rage

I'm 13 years old and I was over my friend Monica's house and she lives about 2 miles away from a 7/11 and she decides we should walk there. I thought it would be fun. (we live in MD in baltimore city) and it wasn't really late at night or anything either, it was at about 5pm and cars were honking at us and I turned to Monica and said "you know, these guys are pigs its making me frustrated" and just then a guy across the street sitting in front of his house says "hey sexy ladies how are you doin?" and I didn't hear the entire phrase so I said "hey!" and monica said "shut up! don't talk to him he wants you to come over there so he can rape you or something!" and then we kept on walking and he kept on talking but his voice faded as we walked. Then later, a car came by and honked at us and it scared me so I flipped him off and he turned on the next open road abruptly and turn around and waited for us to catch up with him. So when we realized this we went across to the other side. Then we were near him and right before he turned we ran back over to the other side of the street and he went in the other direction so I guess he gave up on it. I was extremely scared though. I almost started crying because I was so overwhelmed. That had never happened before.

Submitted by Jessie

The Good Guy vs. The Bad Guys

NOTE: We don't usually accept second hand stories, but this sweet and observant post from a man working in Soho caught our eye.

I work at 305 Hudson, which is on the corner of Hudson and Canal. Every night, there are a group of traffic cops there directing the traffic into the tunnel. The other night, there was a woman walking a few yards in front of me, crossing Hudson, going east on Canal, and someone was whistling at her. I thought "Oh no, she's gonna turn around and think it was me"... but it wasn't me, it was the 4 cops standing looking at her! I would have loved to taken a picture, but that would just have left me beat up on the ground. Good luck, women.

Submitted by Anonymous

Four Train Foot Kicker Foiled Again

This guy was sitting across from me on the train taking up two seats. this was the 4 train around 4 pm on november 24th (08). he started off my incessantly muttering 'bitches are gonna get it today, bitches are gonna get it today' and staring / leering at every girl on the train. then he honed in on me, just staring at my face and smiling, licking his lips, mouthing the word 'bitch'. finally he started leaning across the aisle with his legs trying to trip girls up walking past him, and then started kicking the sole of my foot. i said 'what's wrong with you??? stop touching me!' and i snapped his picture. i don't think he noticed because i have a touch screen phone that looked like i was playing a game on it.

i ran to the door at my stop but he followed me off at the last second, sneaking through the doors right before they closed. i ran across the platform (at franklin avenue, brooklyn) and asked two teenage high schoolers for help because i thought the guy was going to follow me. so they pretended like they knew me and walked me up the stairs, stopping at the turnstiles to talk to me for a while. all the while this giant creepy f*ck was standing there watching us. finally he got sick of standing there, threw his hands forward and said 'forget you bitch! i'll fuck you another time!'

SCARY!

Submitted by A.T.S.

Painting the Town Red

Well, this post is about 30 yrs too late, but it was a supreme case of harassment. And nowadays, I'd probably be cited.

I was pregnant with my son at the time taking my alcoholic aunt who had a massive hangover into Manhattan to work. We were at the Borough Hall Station waiting for the train when I had this feeling behind me. Sure as hell, there was this moronic creep exposing and stroking his personals.

My profession at the time was a dancer in the wild and wooly world of topless/bottomless, so this was not a new sight. However, due to the dangerous times we lived in then, before the city got glitzified , to this end I used to carry a small can of red spray paint, along with a few other necessities to ward off overly confident morons who might follow me home after work. Reaching into my coat pocket, I turned around and sprayed this clown's action, chased him down the platform screaming at him as he jumped on a train going the other way.

The T.A. guy thought it was hilarious, but warned me not to do that again as I might get hurt in response. I was so freaking pissed off. I used the spray paint as it was a good way to identify predators and a bitch to get off or explain. The City was so much more fun then. I miss it.

Submitted by M

Harrassment on the Clock

Just happened- guy harasses me from van- oops, it's the company van w/phone number. He saw me calling and i watched his face shift from arrogant confidence to sheer panic. Manager apologizes profusely. one point for justice!

-Texted from the streets of New York City

Kissing Contest

I was riding my bike and I stopped in DUMBO to figure out directions on my silly phone, when two guys started making kissy noises from the top of this building. I looked up and I couldn't see them anywhere, so I just kept waiting for ever-so-slow google maps to load. After two minutes, they were still making kissy noises. Impressive I thought. Eventually one of two things will happen:

1. They will get tired. Making kissy noises is a very exhausting mouth maneuver.

2. They will realize that they are two dudes who have been making kissy noises at some girl who oh-so-far away for extended periods of time, their masculinity will come into question, and they will go back to drinking their beers quietly.

This little social experiment lasted for a full five minutes, with no conclusion. Finally, I gave up and left to a chorus of "Oh no don't leave! Come back baby!" Wow.

Submitted by Emily

I have a passionate love affair with my neighborhood. I know most folks by face, if not by name, and and I'm addicted to the small town feeling that I've secured in big, big Brooklyn.

The other night I was walking home and some dude was standing outside of one of those odd private party club places. He said, "there's a party in there, you should come in and dance with me." I laughed warmly, looked over at the man that I didn't recognize but assumed I'd met before at some point, and said "no thanks."

As I made my way halfway down the block I heard "fucking bitch!" Not in my neighborhood, buddy. Choosing between the delightful options of this big city girl crushing his small town balls or snapping this picture, I decided to Hollaback.

Submitted by Emily

Longest Ride to the Second Floor, Ever.

This morning I got on an elevator with a female colleague on our way to a meeting. A man joined us and as the door closed said "You have beautiful eyes" in a very dirty voice. I said a muffled "thank you", avoiding eye contact. He then had time to say "you're pretty and "I want to talk to you" all in a very disturbing voice. He even said hello to my collegaue, and asked her to tell "her friend" that she had beautiful eyes.

I was only going to the 2nd floor but it felt like the 20th. After my colleague and I got off, I was utterly perturbed. I felt like he had violated me. Looking back, this would have been a perfect time to "hollaback"- I had my cellphone camera easily accessible in my pocket, and a good 30 seconds of captivity with him to get a good shot. But I was so mortified I didnt think of it- I wasn't thinking at all. All I could do was stare ahead at the door, waiting for my floor, hoping he would stop. On one hand I am glad I wasn't alone with him- god only knows what could have happened. On the other hand, it was embarrassing to be treated like that in front of a colleague, without defending myself or speaking out against what was happening to me. I fret that I may have lost her respect- or more, that he took my dignity from me in front of her.

I hope next time I will find the strength and the power to take action. To speak up and to hollaback.

Submitted by Kate

The Subway Ads are Great, but they only go so far

This horrific story reminds us that without a trained and sensitive staff at the MTA, those beautiful subway ads that we worked so hard to get up are useless. The Subway Safety Coalition, of which HollabackNYC is a part of, will be drafting letters to the heads of the MTA, the transporation committees in the New York State Senate and Assembly, as well as to the Public Safety Committee in the City Council.

To do your part, send a letter to the editor of the Daily News at voicers@edit.nydailynews.com. Remember to include your full name, address and phone number.

SUV = Super Ugly Vultures

The driver called "Hey Sexy" and then pulled over in his SUV. He smiled for me when I asked if I could take his picture.

Submitted by Elizabeth

HollabackNYC's Crush #6

Scott Stringer. Not only did he just testify about this, he was also the brain behind the first ever survey of subway safety.

Rumor has it the Subway Ads are Up!

Have you seen this?
We are collecting stories from women about whether or not these subway ads are effective. Have a story? A thought? Send it to us!

Take the Street Harassment Survey!

One of the problems with street harassment is that it has been so rarely researched and written about. I recently had brunch with Holly Kearl, who is currently writing a book about street harassment. Rock on girl.

Help her out by completing this quick online survey about street harassment:
https://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=2zNzxBfuyVVLMKcoXoEtjQ_3d_3d

The more folks who take it, the more accurate it is, the more that changes in the world. Hollaback survey-style!

HollabackNYC wins an Award!

Hope you can join us to celebrate three great years.

Story from a Bike

I'm writing with a story that got me so mad, and I was so furious that I didn't have any recourse. I'm glad to have found this blog.

I recently began riding a bike around in Brooklyn. I'm a violin teacher. I dress like a teacher, and had my instrument and a backpack, and was wearing a helmet.

I swear to god, as I was riding in the bike lane on Pacific Avenue in Prospect Heights, a truck driver literally BARKED at me. Repeatedly.

As traffic went forward, his truck got ahead of me. When I passed him again, he did it again. Barking? What the hell? I'm a teacher!!!!

I have felt angry about the "hey beautifuls" I get all the time, but this is absolutely outrageous. I seriously wanted to harm that guy. I didn't have my phone out, or I would've done the photo thing. I could've gotten his license plate too. Next time, I will be prepared.

The weird thing is, my boyfriend, who is really sensitive and wonderful, has never heard most of these comments. He is still surprised when I tell him what someone just said to me. He believes me, but he just doesn't hear them.

Thanks for listening. I hope we can pass more laws that will criminalize this behavior. It really sucks.

Submitted by Anonymous

Cairo Holla's Back!

"I get harassed 100 times a day. I tried everything to stop it but it doesn't stop. I wear loose clothes, I don't wear make up, I spend more than an hour in front of the mirror everyday thinking of ways to hide my body. I walk home everyday. It only takes me 15 minutes, I cross the bridge. It is usually very loud and busy, but that does not stop men from approaching girls, any girl, good looking or bad looking, covered or not.

I remember so many scary harassments. There was this guy who followed me and suddenly grabbed my bottom in front of everyone. I screamed but he ran away and no one interfered. Once I was shopping with my father and aunt, and this guy kept staring at me and blowing me kisses. My dad shouted at him and started hitting him. I think men are doing this because they are jobless and have no manners."

To read more stories from the women of Egypt, click here.

Sometimes the stories we get at HollabackNYC are just too horrific to put titles on. This is one of them.

Ok. I was on the #5 out of the city of course during rush hour today. The train was late... late and really crowded. It was such a beautiful day and I had a really nice new skirt on because I met a potential bf for lunch. Oh wait I'm 16 and doing an internship by grand central ... so I'm used to business guys bumping me and perving on me. No biggie. This was way over the edge.

So I'm getting on the train and I see this guy like REALLY staring at me in a scary kind of way. No biggie. I get on. I am almost one of the last to get on and this guy literally pushes in right behind me. There was NO where to go. NO big deal. Well he's behind me and I feel him pushing his crotch against me. I try to move but I can't. I'm like 5'2" and this guy was big. Now I can actually feel his dick getting hard on the back of my skirt so I elbow him!! No reaction. HE was like an animal. So I try to move away again and there is no way. NO one noticed either.

This is the worst part. He gets up like with his grill right in my ear and is like, "MMM BAbby u smell so good." AND he smelled SOOO bad. I was sooo scared I think I would have fell down if he wasn't jammed up on my back. They called the stop and then he really started jamming his thing on me. I am small so I felt it all the way from my ass to like half way up my back. Right before we got to the stop he was all in my ear like, "You like it you little bitch." Then we stopped and he like basically ran off the train with a ton of other people. I was so scared and the great new skirt I had had fucking cum all over the back of it and there was gross smelly spit in my hair. I was soo pissed and trembling I felt like I got raped.

I just want share because I know this probably wasn't his first time on this train and I think he is going to like rape somebody. I he was like 6 feet and pretty big guy maybe like 30. I was too scared to take his picture. Sorry this was so long but I was horrified and I am never taking that train alone again. I will kill that scumbag if I ever see him again.

Submitted by Anonymous

Masturbator Gets HOLLAnervous!

On Monday, I was on the F train going to 23rd Street today when I saw this weirdo. This middle age man in his 40's wearing glasses, white shirt and cap with a belly was on my train looking at me and jerking off. I had been sitting on the corner of the car and reading my book when I look up and saw him staring and masturbating furiously under a plastic shopping bag on his lap. He had his penis out of his pants. There were not many people on the train. . I stared at him and nodded my head in disgust and said, "Hey jerk off!" Thats all I could think of but he just smiled when I got out. If I noticed earlier, I could have told the cops but it was just a minute before I got out.

On Tuesday, I was on the same train and he was standing by the doors with his hand in his pocket. He smiled at me. I gave him a stare and said out loud so other people could hear, "You are the jerk off from yesterday! Remember me?!" He stopped smiling. "You are a fat old man who likes to jerk off at girls young enough to be your daughter," I said. He looked away. The train came to my stop and as I left he looked like he was nervous and no hand in his pants this time.

Submitted by Sabrina

An Eye for an Eye becomes a "Poke in the Butt" for a "Poke in the Butt" Thanks to Modern Day Pervs

There was a guy who kept pressing his crotch really firmed into my butt on the 1 train, last week at 5:30pm. I couldn't tell if the train was really THAT crowded and every time I looked behind me to see if there was anyone behind him, his grill was all up in my face so I couldn't see. I was so mad I didn't speak up and shout, "Stop pressing your dick into my butt, you f'ing perv!" I'm on the lookout for him so I can stick a sharp metal pole up his butt when I see him next.

Submitted by Kathy

Olympic-Style Street Harassment

I was walking back to the Credit Suisse building from lunch through Madison Sq Park, and one walkway out was filled with construction workers on both sides. As women walked by, this group of 15+ men would hold up placards with numbers written on them (1-10)— and that's not the most ridiculous part. I asked a "ranger" in a pimped out smart cart to intervene, and he replied, "Well, what did you get? You know you're a 10 in my book". I told the security officer in my building the same thing, who answered in the EXACT same way, with an extra "baby" thrown in at the end (for good measure).

Submitted by Laura and also covered by our friends at Gothamist.

Perv Strikes with No Police in Sight

This morning on the F train I inadvertently sat kitty-corner to a toucher. I boarded a Manhattan bound train at 7th Avenue around 10:15 AM. In the backwards-facing seat next to me was a nondescript guy in a white t-shirt. Thick dark hair, glasses, jeans, looked like early 20's. My peripheral vision is pretty sharp, having had 2 previous encounters with gross subway pervs, so I stared him down when I noticed him rubbing his crotch. All in a matter of about 30 seconds. EWWWWW. That's what I yelled, "Ewwww! Pervert!" There were other passengers close by, who looked up when I yelled, but no one seemed too concerned. I moved to the other end of the car until the next stop, and then hopped from car to car looking for a conductor or MTA police. Didn't find anybody and had to switch trains at Jay Street, went to work feeling defeated and totally grossed out.
Next time I'm going to make a lot more noise and remember to get a photo.

Submitted by Joanna

A Tug of the Panties, a Street Chase, and an Insensitive NYPD

Today, at about 9 AM, I was coming out of the subway: the 6 train headed downtown, coming up the stairs out of the City Hall/BK Bridge stop.

Going up the stairs, pervert was filming up my skirt. I wouldn't have noticed had he not reached up for a tug at my panties.

He was wearing typical business attire (so he blends right in with the suits around her in the financial district.) He had two white ear pieces, a black cloth material briefcase hanging off his left shoulder, and a camera (tiny and professional looking) in his left hand.

Once I realized what was going on, he slipped around me and tried to get away. I gave chase. I followed this man for BLOCKS. Around corners, inbetween cars, through traffic. I was trying to get a pic, but we were moving so fast, it was no use. MY FEET ARE BLOODY from the chase. I was determined not to let him get away.

I call 911 and tell them what cross street I'm at, tell the operator what happened, could she send help. She informs me that unless I stop and give her a specific street address, she cannot send me any help. ARE YOU SERIOUS???? I tell her if I do that, he will get away. She says, "That's up to you" with a tone indicating that she really couldn't care any less about my emergency.

After another 3 blocks, I see a police car. I flag them down, tell them quickly what happened, by this time I'm very upset and agitated. They pull over, SLOWLY get out of the car. I point out the gentleman. The male cop sees him and STROLLS DOWN THE BLOCK TOWARDS HIM, meanwhile, the perv is high tailing it around the block. The cops says to me, "Oh, is that him turning the corner there? Hmm." And THEY DO NOTHING!! THEY MAKE NO ATTEMPT TO APPREHEND HIM. They stroll to the corner, look around, look at each other and say, "Yeah, he probably ran into a building. But you're ok, right? We have a description. We will circulate it." We walk past another cop who asks what happens. The cops I'm with tell him. He stares at me, mouth agap, and says, "Are you serious? Aw, well, don't let it ruin your day." And smiles at me. He smiled at me.

That's pretty much when I lost it. My face crumpled right there and I couldn't help but cry. I walked back to my office in tears. Being attacked, violated, and then being dismissed by the police was too much. I'm furious.

I'm surprised at just how offended and violated I feel. I have no idea how long he was taping me for, if has film of my face, I don't know what's going to happen to that film. And I can't believe the police watched him walk away. I would just like my story to get out, so others can know what women go through when they do go through the trouble of reporting these attacks. Maybe something will be done so the next time a woman runs through the streets, crying, and pleading for help, the police will actually help.

Submitted by Anonymous

HollabackNYC's Crush #5

Vanessa Valenti from Feministing.com and her Friday Feminist Fuck YEAH!



To see the full post, click here.

HollabackNYC's Crushes #1 - 4

First, Amy Zimmer. Our crush on Metro writer Amy Zimmer has been going on for almost three years now, but today's article left us swooning all over again.

Second and third: our sister agencies RightRides and Girls for Gender Equity. That's why we're joining with them and others to create the "Subway Safety Coalition." We couldn't be more excited about the recent subway ad, but quite frankly, it's not enough. We need a hot line, police sensitivity training, and regular reports on the numbers of women who have to deal with jerk-offs in the subway.

Fourth: You. We created the platform, but without your pictures and stories none of this would be possible. It's sappy, I know, but it couldn't be more true.

The MTA is Posting the Anti-Street Harassment Ads!

Finally, Hollaback's long term dream of getting anti-harassment ads in the subway has come true. We want to thank Councilmember Vallone, Manhattan Borough President Scott Stringer, City Council Candidate Yetta Kurland, RightRides, and Girls for Gender Equity for showing tremendous leadership on this.

And to the MTA: the women of NYC thank you.

A Groper and a Liar: A Winning Combination

I was groped at around 2:30pm today on 8th St and Broadway near NYU. I was coming out of the subway when this man was walking towards me on Broadway. As I move to walk around him he grabbed my ass. I screamed and grabbed my phone to take a pic and he says: "I'm glad you got a pic of me but you bumped into me 1st".... wtf? So that's his skewed justification? Watch out for this man!

Submitted by Jess

Wacko Wacker

"This guy def started massaging himself, actively and openly. Up and down, in and out, you could see a forest of pubes with each movement of his hands taking his pants lower and lower. Cursing myself for not having a camera with me, the camera phone would have to do, and snapped the photo above. The Wacko Wacker had his face covered the whole time, maybe having done this before, rightly assuming people might take a photo. Passengers on the train were looking at each other aghast. Two women got up and moved to another car. At this time, he had now whipped the whole thing out, and was rubbing himself wildly. The little Asian woman sitting on my side looked at me, fear or utter bafflement frozen in her face, looking at me as if to say she had no idea what to do, and wanted me to do something about what was happening."

For the full story, go to NYC the Blog.

We'd Heard the new Batman Movie was Dark, but We Didn't Know that It was Horrifying.

Like half of the US population, my friends and I went to see Batman its opening day. The theater was crammed with people, almost every seat filled, so I didn't mind that much when someone I didn't know sat down next to me.

When the movie was over and the credits started rolling I stood up, when I felt something brush against my ass. I shrugged it off as an accident, but then it happened again, but with some actual grabbing action. I spun around to look at the guy, but he had already begun to walk down the aisle. My guy friends (all six of them) didn't notice.

After the movie, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was the same guy I had suspected-- and now know-- touched my ass earlier. He was in his early thirties, bald, and very, very repulsive. Then he actually grabbed my hand, pushed something into it, winked, and ran off into the crowd. I was so shocked that this perv had the nerve to touch me, I froze. Scrawled on this piece of popcorn bag were the words, "You've got a tight ass. Let's fuck." Complete with phone number.

Did I mention I'm only 17 years old?

When I finally got a hold of myself, I told my friends, who promptly started looking for this asshole, but the security guard said it was probably a fake number. We dropped it after that, but I was so angry and violated I did something: I enrolled myself in self defense classes.

Next time an asshole decides to grab my ass, he'll be dealing with a broken nose and burst ear drums.

Submitted by Tori

Your Crotch Says Peace? My Cameraphone Says War.

At Bryant Park by 5th avenue between 41 and 40th street about 2 mins ago. This disgusting pervert waited for my eye contact and put a "peace" sign by his crotch. Dirty gross old man.

Submitted by Emma

Astoria Stalker Stoops to New Low Between Cars

I was walking home at 12:30 at night on the corner of 23rd St and 30th Ave in Astoria, a man was standing on the corner. He said, "Hey baby, what's your name" and he kept darting in front of me and wouldn't let me walk past him and was trying to lunge at me and corner me into the fence. I started yelling for him to back off and get away from me and a car pulled up and that stopped him for a few seconds. I walked around him and started walking home and he was following me so I crossed the street and started walking in the middle of the road. He started running towards me so I ran out of his way and screamed "Get away from me!" over and over and he ran in front of me and crouched down and hid in between parked cars so that if I walked forward he could grab me. I ran the other way towards the hospital and called 911 while I was running. I could not file a police report because thankfully he didn't touch me and he didn't steal anything, but everyone in Astoria needs to watch out for perverts and predators like this creep.

Submitted by Sarah

Think the MTA should post the anti-harassment ads? Email Doug.

According to Douglas Sussman, Director of Community Affairs, "the MTA is reconsidering the posting of these ads and we should have some announcement on this matter very soon. If I can be of assistance on any other matter, I can be reached at dsussman@mtahq.org."

A nice little email to Doug remind him of your most recent subway horror story will help get these ads up and running.

You Have Some Dirt on your Face

Yesterday morning, as I was on my way to Brooklyn, I encountered a disgusting man with smirk in the Bowery Street J-M-Z train station. On the outside, he appeared as a normal middle age man. He was half bald with glasses and an ipod. When I first saw him, I thought his smirk was suspicious and thus ignored him by plugging in my own mp3 player. Before I knew it however, this man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me in perfect English, "Hi, are you going home? Are you Chinese?" I half- answered him, "uh..yea..no.." and he questioned again but this time in Chinese, "Do you go to school?" I ignored him, and as I was about to walk away, he placed his thumb on my left cheek and rubbed it saying "You have some dirt on your face." Of course, not liking that he's a complete stranger to me (and the fact that I don't have dirt on my face) I quickly knocked his hand out of my way, but before I knew it, he placed his hand on my left breast!! I was so disgusted by his behavior, I quickly shoved his hand away from me and told him in the bravest tone I can conjure, "DON'T TOUCH ME! F%@K OFF!" Unfortunately, because there was only one other guy around, who had his ipod on and was reading, this disgusting old man had the nerve to smile back at me!

I was so appalled and disgusted by this man, I didn't even think about getting his picture, all I wanted to do was to get away from this pedophile. However, if I am to ever spot him again, I'll surely take his picture, and let the MTA booth guy know that there are sexual predators lurking in his very own station!

Submitted by Hui

Beach Jerker

I was at beach over the weekend and realized I was once again the object of desire for some old man, probably someone’s grandfather. This goes on quite often, especially during early hours at the beach. A lot of women do not notice that it’s even going on. The pervs strategically place themselves a good distance away from others before going at it. Sometimes they pretend to be reading newspaper and put their hand underneath the paper. This guy was rubbing himself and when I looked at him he would stop moving. He actually thought I did not know what was going on. When you are closing your eyes to lay out and finally thinking that you can relax, take look around you. Chances are you probably have one of these pervs nearby. They also lay down on blankets and lay on their hand. I usually stand up, say something nasty, and take an obvious picture. They leave after that. Some look around as if they don’t know who you are speaking to. I’ve made a sport of this and it makes the time pass rather quickly.

Submitted by Kismet

HollabackNYC writes an op-ed for the Daily News!

Check it out here.

Well-Dressed Dry Humper Haunts the 5 Train

I feel so violated and confused! This morning, I got on the 5 train at 14th Street, and the train was crowded, but I was running late for work, so I go on. Right before the doors closed, a large man pushed in and pushed another guy right into me. I was sandwiched between two people, a woman in the front and the guy who was being pushed by someone else. The train started moving, but then I felt something else moving on my ass. I figured it was just because the guy behind me was pushed into me, but it felt like he was rocking with the train.

I started getting nervous and was trying to look around, hoping it wasn't his hand and him getting a rather rude feel. But then I realized he had one hand on the pole in front of me and was holding his briefcase with his other hand. Now I started to feel really violated cause I think he was pushing his crotch into my ass. I could not believe it!!!! This guy was dry humping me right on the train before work, right in the middle of a crowded subway! The fucking nerve of this guy! I feel so disgusted. At first I felt bad for this guy cause he was pushed by someone else, and then he took it upon himself to rub against me! I did not get a pic, but I was even more shocked as we both got off at 42nd St, and he was dressed rather nicely in a suit! I feel so confused, angry and guilty.

Submitted by Melissa

Thumbs up on Stringer, Thumbs down on the MTA

One of HollabackNYC's street harassment heroes, Scott Stringer, has gone to bat for a better New York City again. After creating a report exposing the extent of street harassment and groping on the New York City subways, he decided to launch a subway ad campaign to create public awareness on the issue. (HollabackNYC has been pushing for this since 2005). Unfortunately, the MTA, the agency that seemingly never runs out of bad ideas, has decided that a public education campaign might actually encourage more lewd behavior.

Um, right. Clearly it's too much education that's causes men to torment women for sport.

To read the Post's article, click here. For Gothamist's article, click here.

Need Directions? The Police Precinct is Right Down the Street, Jerk.

One guy on the R Train has a subway map and pretends to be lost. He asked my friend I for directions and we both noticed his fly was down and he was exposing himself. We first thought it was accidental. We told him we didn't know how to get to where he was asking, so he then stood across from us leaning on the car doors and still exposing himself. Our stop was next and we got off. We were too appalled to snap a picture and we both were hoping it was an accident and he wasn't a perv.

A couple weeks after this I was on the R Train by myself. I got up to get off at my stop and as I was stepping out I saw out of the corner of my eye the same guy in the next train doing the same gig with the map. I reached for my phone and went over to the car he was in, but I wasn't quick enough. I'm basically on a mission to catch this creep. Both times I saw him on the R train it was in the evening.

Submitted by Danielle

Panty Peeper

The guy in the white shirt was standing against the stairwell in the most strategic of locations. As the ladies and their short skirts came down the stairs, he peeped. When we made it to the bottom of the steps my friend said loudly, "that man just looked up your skirt!" As we stared him down and took his picture he casually tried to pretend that he wasn't a serial panty peeper. This lucky lady on the left was spared by his vain attempt to save face, but I'm sure as we jumped on our train he resumed his sick tricks.

Submitted by Emily and Jackie

"Mmmmm, mmmm" is what you say when you look at ice cream, not ladies.

There is a construction project going on down the street from my job. Everyday at noon, when my lunch hour rolls around, the construction workers take their lunch hour. One side of the street is closed off due to the construction work being done, so they sit on the other side of the street. Anytime a woman walks by, these slugs feel it necessary to make disgusting noises like "Mmmmm, mmmm", like they are enjoying a particularly tasty dessert. Then there's always the ever popular disgusting comments such as "Mmmm. I'd like to tap that". Let's not forget the creepy sandwich method. This is when two or more losers move in really close when a woman is walking by so that she is either forced to brush up against these vile, disgusting animals, or twist sideways to avoid them.

Today I decided to try something new. Usually I either ignore them, walk three blocks out of my way to avoid them or tell them to go f themselves. I decided to call my dad thinking that maybe they would leave me alone if I was talking on the phone. Yeah, that might work. Of course it didn't work, and of course my dad yelled at me that I was overreacting. I had to deal with noises including quacking, (what is that anyway), and space invasion and stupid comments. I had had enough. When I got back to my office I decided to call the number that was on the side of the scaffolding and report these losers. I'm still angry because even if you aren't physically assaulted, it still feels like a violation, but at least I did something about it rather than just being angry.

Submitted by Tina

Morning Rush Hour Masturbator

I ride the F train regularly. In the morning, there is a man who masturbates to unsuspecting women and girls. He takes advantage of the morning rush hour as well as the numerous nooks and stairwells of the East Broadway train station. I've been working up the courage to confront this guy for months and got to the point of staring him down which scares him away from me and I think the train station for a few days. This confirms my theory that his excitement is based on his victims being unaware of what he's doing.

This morning on my way to work, I see him again. He approaches me (hand in his shorts) as I dig in my handbag for my iPhone. Finally I get it ready and snap his picture just as he's near me. Unfortunately he ducked behind a stairwell. By the time I get the second shot it's of his back as he calmly walked away.

Submitted by Jenny

Jerk Tries to "Get His Umbrella On"

I have to start by applauding this website. I heard about this site on the CW11 evening news. I hope it lets women know that it is NOT their fault. I only wish I had someone to tell me that when this incident happened to me.

As many new yorkers know, the 6 train isn't exactly the emptiest trains, especially during rush hour. On this specific morning, it was especially crowded. It was so crowded that something behind me was poking me on my butt. I turned around to see what it was and this bald headed man, wearing a shirt and tie was behind me, smiling as he held an umbrella to my butt. I made the mistake of maneuvering around to face him in hopes that he would be too embarrassed to be do something to me as I faced him. He decided to rub his umbrella on my crotch instead. While all this happened, my heart was leaping out of my chest and I kept thinking "I should scream, no, no one would believe me. They'll say I shouldn't have worn tight jeans. I can tell him to stop, but what if he has a weapon? But where could he go in this crowd? What if he hurts other people on this train? Who's going to believe me over a man in a shirt and tie?" A few seconds later, the train rolled into 42nd street, a large number of people got off and I got a chance to sit in the seat right by the door. He got off too and as he passed me he said "sweet pussy" with a smile on his face. For a long time, I was very angry at myself for freezing. I was angry that I didn't react, I was angry that I cried. Now, I'll just share the story with everyone else - maybe it'll better prepare anyone else this creep might try to get his umbrella on.

Would you Buy a Condo from this Man?

Leave it to our girl Heather to find the biggest shits in the hood. To read the full story, click here.

NewYorkShitty Tackles a Different Kind of Dog Log

To hear more about this man and his kissin' and hissin', click here.

Walking around the village a man shouted to me...

"Can I join your itty bitty titty committee?"

Submitted by Jackie

Perv 0, Me 1

I heard about Holla Back today, and thought it was an awesome idea. Like most women in NYC, I get my fair share of harassment on the street. However, I did not expect that, just hours after finding out about Holla Back, I would have an opportunity to stand up to a perv! I was walking to the train after work when some guy gives me the jerk off sign as he walks by me. I moved away from him, and he took offense that I was "too good" for him. Apparently he does not realize that everyone is too good to be subjected to that kind of treatment. One obstacle to standing up to these guys can be that the whole encounter is often over very quickly. By the time it fully registers, the guy is gone and you're left feeling gross and powerless. But not this time. I stopped, pulled out my phone and started fumbling to turn on my camera. He stopped and waited to see what I was doing. I don't know what he thought. I can't imagine he believed that I wanted to get his number, but who knows with these guys! It was taking me forever to get my camera working, and he turned around to walk off just as I got my camera turned on. I followed him and yelled at him. He turned around, and SNAP, I took his picture. His response, "Bitch, I don't care what you do!" But his voice betrayed him. It was obvious that he did care, and that he didn't like it. The only down side to the story is that my adrenaline was so high that I didn't remember to hit save, so I don't have the photo. But the photo doesn't matter. What matters is that I stood up to that guy, and I'm going to keep on doing it! Pervs, look out, this woman is done with your shit, and I'm not going to take it anymore!

Submitted by Kathryn

I prefer my horror films to have zombies, please.

I was on my way home from work in a skirt suit (occupational hazard), when Mr. Cool leans forward towards me, points at me, and slowly drags his fingers across his throat in a I'm-going-to-slice-your-neck-open kind of fashion. Stunned, I looked around and checked to make sure I didn't just walk onto the set of a horror movie. No such luck.

Ooooh baby, tell me what harassment is again?

This man was following a woman downtown, saying she should go home with him so they could "do it all night long, yeah baby oooh." He was faced away from me so I said "excuse me" and as he turned around I said "stop harassing women" and snapped this picture. As I walked away, he said, "That isn't harassment. This is harassment." I was faced away but two people walking in my direction gasped loudly, so I can only guess what he did. It felt great!

Submitted by Megan

Brooklyn Girls: It's Time to Get Elected

At HollabackNYC, we've always had an affection for creating social change using unexpected means. (Who knew a cell phone camera could have such a dramatic effect on street harassment?)

Now, there's a movement on the horizon to bring folks into the political fold through a little known political office called County Committee. There are 5000 of these seats across Brooklyn, and half of them are empty. To run, all you have to do is be a registered, voting Democrat living in Brooklyn over the age of 18. Oh, and you have to get about 20 -25 signatures from your neighbors.

Two rad, ambitious, change-loving, hip professionals named Matt Cowherd and Rachel Lauter started an organization called New Kings Democrats to help folks like you get elected and to bring the office of County Committee back from the grave.

To run, contact NewKingsDemocrats@gmail.com and tell them HollabackNYC sent you. If you are timid about the whole petitioning bit, email us and I'll hold your hand as we go door to door in hopes of a better world.

Teens Dies as a result of Street Harassment

"On May 19th, Orlando police say three to four men drove up beside Beaubrun and two of her friends at a red light near the intersection of John Young Parkway and Princeton. The men were asking for their telephone numbers, but the women refused. After being rejected, one of the men fired a shot into the car.

Her friends were uninjured, but Beaubrun was shot in the back and rushed to the Orlando Regional Medical Center in critical condition, where she remained until she died Tuesday."

For more information, click here.

It is currently 94 degrees in New York City.

It is currently 94 degrees in New York City. Like every other woman in this city, I was wearing a sun dress. As the train pulled up to the platform, I walked towards it and felt a hand on my ass. I turned and a guy apologized for "bumping in to me."

I yelled that he hadn't bumped in to me, he had groped me. He turned and walked away so yelled after him "did you think that you could grab someone's ass and nobody would care?" A few guys started looking at him and and me, so I pointed and continued to yell that he had groped me. We got on to different subway cars and the train pulled away.

Three stops later I realized that I didn't feel like going out after all so I switched trains and headed home. Even though I yelled back, I still feel awful and ashamed. I don't ever want to wear this dress again. I keep telling myself that it wasn't my fault for dressing provocatively but I still feel like it was. I wish I had thought to take his picture, as I can see his face perfectly in my mind.

Submitted by Debra

Running: A Handy Sport in a World of Harassers

Central Park, right after the wonderful NYC Mini 10k race with thousands of women accomplishing that personal goal, and what happens after this empowering run...we have THIS loser purposely bumping into woman after woman and then trying to rub his midsection (dick) on them!!! Time after time my husband and I watched this bastard seek out a target, walk right over bounce, and then proceed to needle in for the rub up!! After making himself totally obvious with his carrying on, my husband and I walked over to him confronted him and threatened to "break his face" My husband aimed his blackberry and snapped these 2 photos - then we proceeded to chase him out the Park. We got all in his face and yelled at him and he just stood there looking stupid. Women, these guys are losers, DO NOT be afraid to call them out, and get all rowdy, no need to be demur because that is exactly what they're looking for - for you to keep quiet while they act out. I've seen this on the train and women always have that "did he just...." look, open your mouths, kick these guys in the groin, call the cops and let them sort out the shit when these dicks are on the ground howling in pain.

Maybe I Should Just Start Charging

I was deployed to Qatar a year ago, and the base I was working at has many soldiers coming in and out of Iraq and Afghanistan for four-day rest-and-relaxation passes. I was hanging out with my friend at the bar one night when it was brought to my attention that a soldier standing just a few feet away was photographing me and taking video of me on his camera!! I walked up to him, grabbed the camera from his hand, and ignored his cries of dismay as I deleted every photo and video of myself I could find. I wish now I’d gone as far wiping the whole memory card, just to teach him a lesson. I gave the camera back to him and chased him off, and I didn’t see him again for the rest of his pass.

Submitted by Davi

Lucky to find a seat: Or so I thought.

I got on a Brooklyn bound L at Union Square; it wasn't very crowded (for rush hour) but I was still lucky to find a seat. Or so I thought.

I sat between this asshole and another guy. As soon as I sat down, though, this guy (who is obviously pretty large) squeezed closer to me rather than making room. He had plenty of room to move over, but instead sat smugly in place. Just you're average dick, I thought, until he started rubbing his arm against my ribs, and resting his hand between our thighs. Giving him the benefit of the doubt I asked politely, "Could you move over just a bit?"

"No," he said, at which point I realized what his other hand was doing, "I like letting bitches know that they shouldn't sit where their big asses don't fit. At that a woman across from us said, "You're taking up more room than her and him [the guy next to me] combined!" I don't know if she or anyone else noticed what was going on in his pants. I snapped a blurry pic (I was upset) as I got off at the next shop, and congratulated him on making the site. But I didn't feel the winner in the situation. Sometimes even such a great outlet as Holla Back just isn't enough.

Submitted by Hannah

A Winner Behind Every Door

5 ft. 3 inches ... and a DOORMAN! Girls, run don't walk this one's a catch!

Don't misunderstand, I have respect for anyone who takes pride in their work, but
I have no issues disrespecting someone who attempted to humiliate me and my freedom.

I see this rather brave gentlemen every day on Hudson street between 12th and 11th st. I've seen him opening car doors, as pictured (he's looking at me btw), helping children along and holding the door for women. Kissing up to older men. Doesn't seem to have any issues doing that.

One day he was cleaning the front area. I had been walking towards him while he was greeting residents. Somehow he must have known when I approached and of course chose to make his move when everyone else cleared out. (see brave comment above).

He turned around quickly, (pivoting on his little feet at his age - so thrilling) spinning on one foot and shoved his face into mine and started to suck his lips. (see Kissing up to older men comment above).

Good thing I don't live in the building, but then again, brown people like myself are only for objectification, not for having doors opened for us or the right to walk down the street without being treated like a sex object.

Submitted by Lisa

dumb and dumber and desperate

Two "workers" were slobbering during feeding time in their van parked on East 8th st. in Greenwich Village, today, April 17, 2008. As they shoveled food into their mouths they catcalled several ladies walking by, several of which looked 16.

When I walked by they held down their horn (while slobbering) which startled me, of course a cat call for me wouldn't do since my brown skin makes me inferior.

The look on their faces tells a lot about them, dumb and dumber and desperate.

UPDATE: I sent a certified mail to the management office of the building and they were not very nice and said there must be a mistake and made excuses for the doorman. He seems to have gotten the message however because he looks away when I walk by - as uncomfortable as it is for me.

NOTE: Julia, who had a similar experience, wrote in with her hollaback: "Since they were stupid enough to harass me in front of their work truck, I noted the business name, called the business, and informed them of what their employees were doing. The employer was extremely nice and very concerned that their employees were doing that. I was told they would be dealt with and was invited to call back the next day so I would know how they were dealt with. It was nice to say my piece - and in this litigious age, I think most employers realize they could get in trouble by their employees behavior and take the appropriate action to correct it."

Fuck You Public Perverts!

White Collar Crime

I was walking up Hudson at 9:00am this morning wearing a long green bulky overcoat. I guess my mistake was wearing my hair down. I find the "street rules" rather unfair to women of color - I knew it was going to be warm and while there would be caucasian skinned women in their workout clothes walking on in silence (yes it occurs, not nearly as much) as there was in front of me, I would be a target because of my dark hair and skin - and here it goes:

While walking I hear, rather sweetly, "poo see" "poo see" slowly and surely it sinks in. He's calling me Pussy in a gentle tone without any look of cynacism on his face while driving slowly towards a stop light in front of him.

Normally I'm paralyzed and afraid but I turned and faced him. He looked scared and kind of dumb founded - or maybe that's just his regular face and rolled up his window as I faced him and his car staring directly at him.

Normally I scream back and hold up my middle finger, or I walk on scared but I have never been approached in this way - usually there is some sort of opener.

Why does this man think calling me a slang term of an area he was born from is okay? What would labeling me a slang genital area do for him, I don't understand. He was in a business suit.

Submitted by Lisa

Repeat Masturbator, Caught Again

The cops caught this man masturbating on the 6 train this week. It was his 53rd offense, 29 of which involved sexual abuse on the subway. We can't help but to wonder how many times he wasn't caught. To read more, click here.

Spring is in the Air

Today I got my fair share (and then some) of street harassment at the behest of men who, with a whiff of spring-like weather, decide it is time to turn on the charm with the ladies.

First it was "Nice ass"
Then it was "Hey, pretty hair lady!" Over and over.
And last, but hardly least, I was greeted on Marcy Avenue with:

You have a fat (phat?) pussy.

It took a few seconds for the utter nastiness of this comment to register. When it did, I turned around, shot a picture of him. I also shot him the finger. How said chap could see my "fat/phat pussy" through my baggy jeans is anyone's guess. Maybe he has X-ray vision like Superman?

Submitted by Miss H

Little Girl No More

I was standing on line at the post office when I notice this creep ogling me. When I didn't respond to his blatant ogling, he apparently took it as a sign to take it a step further. He leaned creepily close to me and whispered "Hey, little girl... little girl, you look good..." (Mind you I am a grown 20 year old who had half a mind to kick his ass, slap some stamps to his disgusting head, and send him to the nearby dump where I'm sure he would fit right in.) Luckily the line moved forward right as I yelled "Are you fucking kidding me?" I can't seem to go anywhere without some creep lurking around... and now they're at the post office too!

Submitted by Cathy

Lawsuit: Man Cums in Sleeping, Flying Woman's Hair

No, seriously.

A 21-year-old Harris County woman filed a $200,000 lawsuit against American Airlines alleging employees on a flight to Los Angeles from Dallas/Fort Worth Airport failed to protect her while she slept from another passenger who masturbated to her and ejaculated in her hair, according to a lawsuit she filed last week in Tarrant County.

For more information, click here.

Wanna see my tits? Here they are!

My friend had breastcancer surgery and wore a prosthesis under her bra before she could have the reconstructive surgery. She passed a building site and some of the builders shouted at her, hey love, show us your tits! My friend stopped, turned, grinned at them, then reached inside her bra, took the prosthesis out and waved it at them! She told me the look on their faces was a joy to be seen. I bet they'll never shout at a woman again!

Submitted by Rena (from Scotland)

Jerkoff on the Peter Pan Bus

I took the Peter Pan Bus from Port Authority to Providence on Monday, Feb 25 at 8:00pm. The man across the aisle from me got pretty chatty right away, and I was friendly toward him until he started annoying me and I put in my headphones and stopped paying attention. I could feel him staring at me for most of the ride, but I didn't want to encourage him, so I kept my eyes on the road outside. After a couple of hours (and after ignoring several attempts on his part to get my attention) I got fed up and turned to look at him, hoping he'd leave me the fuck alone. No such luck.

He had his dick out of his pants and was openly jerking off - while staring at me. I froze, turned away, looked back out the window; when I glanced back he was pretending to sleep. I sat there for a few minutes trying to will the bus to get to the city quickly, trying to figure out what I should do, and finally I gathered my things and stood up to move toward the front of the bus. He sat up, said "Oh, are we there?" and pulled his dick out and got back to work, this time with eye contact. I don't remember what I said - probably "Oh my god" - before I found a new seat.

I called my best friend & kept him on the phone til I was in a cab on my way home. I felt so ashamed that I hadn't made a scene - I was so shocked that I just sat there, frozen. I didn't know what to do.

The worst part is: this guy is from my town & I have to take the city bus with him every single evening. Last night I talked to the bus driver & supervisor & they're going to help me do something.

Submitted by Amelia from Providence, RI

When I opened my eyes...

This is a very serious situation going on in our society today. About 10 years ago I was on a # 2 train going to work in the city when I fell asleep (lack of sleep because I had twin boys then only months old so you do the night maths) and when the train jerked to a halt near borough hall station, when I tried to move my hand it was in a locked position, when I opened my eyes I was sitting beside a man with my left hand over in his lap with his hand over mine and mine was locked on to his private parts. You could see the perv look in his eyes and when I tried to pull my hand he was squeezing it down on his private parts. I yanked my hand from him and got mad and he got up and exit the car, everyone said they thought we were lovers, because we were in that position for a very long time. Can you imaging i was there massaging this pervert private parts for him un-knowingly. I am always looking out for him because when I see him he is going to pay because God know how many more un-suspecting people who are tired and take a nap on the train that he takes advantage of. He makes it look like you are lovers. Ladies beware of this well dress perv.

Submitted by Yvonne

Mother/Daughter Degradation

I was driving with my daughter when we got to a red light. We notice a truck backing up (with cars behind him) and stops so our car windows meet. It was hot out so our windows were down, and he yells to get our attention. Now he had a boy sitting next to him who looked to be no older than 12. As he catcalls us, I am shocked, but my daughter always quick to think, exchanges a few words with him.

Jerk: Hey mamis, how about you say we go and double date right now, in my pants.
My Daughter: In your dreams perv.
Jerk: What you to good for me? Am I not your type.
Daughter: NO! We don't date assholes...and you aren't worth our time.

By then the light changes and we go off, but I remember how horrible that can make you feel, as I am usually with my husband and don't have to deal with that, but my 16 year old daughter does, who looks younger than she is. She tells me things like that happen to her daily, and it makes me so angry that she can't go through a day without feeling disrespected. Also the poor boy sitting next to that man (probably his dad) will just learn from him to disrespect women too. It's unfortunate theres nothing more we can do, but I am so proud of my daughter for speaking up and I encourage every women to do the same, so we can put these assholes in their place!

Submitted by S.

Digital 911 in the Pipeline!

If you haven't heard already, Bloomberg's "Digital 911" is set to launch this summer. Digital 911 is a new initiative on the part of the city to catch offenders using cell phones photos and video. To our knowledge, New York is the first city to step up to the plate and catch offenders Hollaback-style.

When the program officially launches, we'll provide a link to make it easy for those of you that are interested in pressing charges on your perv. In the meantime, check out the details in Bloomberg's "State of the City."

But I didn't feel safe

I was out walking my dog around 10:00AM on 88th Street betwwen Atlantic avenue and 95th Avenue in Queens (London Planetree Park) when a man pulled up in a Dodge Durango, he made a comment about the way I looked and he asked me if I had a name.

He wanted me to get into his car and I don't think he noticed my dog. When I asked him if he was "f**king crazy" and I went to get his plate # he sped off. I stopped a police cruiser and told them about the man and the plate number. I am sure the cops dismissed my complaint. I am sure this happens a lot and women just brush it off but I didn't feel safe. I don't know how far it would have gone if this happened at night.

Submitted by Cicely

We don't deserve this.

I am a 17 year old female, and every day twice a day I am verbally harassed on my way to and from school. Every day i numb myself to this abuse because I have to. But today, at around 3:30 pm, I was walking down East Houston Street around Avenue D on my way to the subway. As I walked I got the usual stares from men who were checking out my body, but as I kept walking I could sense someone was following me. On instinct i grabbed my bag closer to me thinking he'd rip it off me. Instead he came up behind me, slapped his hand to my ass, squeezed and grabbed it as hard as he could, and then sped off running. No one saw. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't say anything. In a split second I was violated and left there feeling disgusted with myself, crying by myself on the street. i dont deserve this treatment, WE dont deserve this!!!!

Submitted by Alissa

Painting the Town Red

Well, this is about 30 yrs too late to be covered under the new law, but it was a supreme case of harassment. And nowadays, I'd probably be cited.

I was pregnant with my son at the time taking my alcoholic aunt who had a massive hangover into Manhattan to work. We were at the Borough Hall Station waiting for the train when I had this feeling behind me. Sure as hell, there was this moronic creep exposing and stroking his personals.

My profession at the time was a dancer in the wild and wooly world of topless/bottomless, so this was not a new sight. However, due to the dangerous times we lived in then, before the city got glitzified , to this end I used to carry a small can of red spray paint, along with a few other necessities to ward off overly confident morons who might follow me home after work. Reaching into my coat pocket, I turned around and sprayed this clown's action, chased him down the platform screaming at him as he jumped on a train going the other way.

The T.A. guy thought it was hilarious, but warned me not to do that again as I might get hurt in response. I was so freaking pissed off. I used the spray paint as it was a good way to identify predators and a bitch to get off or explain. The City was so much more fun then. I miss it.

Submitted by M

D train DOUCHE

This PERV was on a Brooklyn Bound D Train in NYC On January 10th 2008.

He would tap girls on their "ass" to inform them of the seat next to him, and kept hitting some girl in the leg with his cane and winking at her. He was also drinking beer, where were was the NYPD? Once again nowhere in site......

Submitted by Rock