Last week I had some business to attend to in downtown LA and had two very different experiences. When I got off the metro at Pershing Square, a young man stopped me and politely introduced himself and said that he thought I was stunningly beautiful, and then he went on his way. Half an hour later I asked directions from a hotel bellhop and he replied thusly: "You're fiiiiiine."
My friend and I were walking along a pretty deserted street in New York when (a rather large) guy started following us, making kissing/sucking noises and hissing truly vile comments about each of our asses, what he'd like to watch us do to each other, etc., etc. When we couldn't shake him after a couple of blocks my friend stopped abruptly and whirled around, which startled him. She looked him right in the eye and asked in a gentle but firm voice, "why are you speaking to us in this way? Don't you have a mother, or a sister? How would you feel if someone said that to them?" It so freaked him out that he started stammering apologies and fled.
It was pretty genius. I've found that at least when there is only one of them (the manly group dynamic makes this harder) and they're not totally wasted, making them acknowledge that you're an actual person can help stop the madness.
I am lucky enough to live and work in almost the same neighborhood. I ride my bike to work every day that weather permits. I got a lot of catcalls before but the bike has at least tripled the number of comments and solicitations. EVERY DAY someone says, "Can I have a ride?". EVERY DAY without fail; old men, kids, young guys, poor, walking, in cars, riding their own bikes, suits, work uniforms, whatever. But two were especially memorable. One was really early in the morning,
Him: Can I ride? Can I ride?
Me: No.
Him: Well do you wanna ride me? I'll f*ck you good as hell.
This is the general idea behind all of the others, but no one actually came out and said it before.
The other was one where I was on my way home from a long day and I happened to be wearing a super cute dress (with shorts underneath). I stopped at an intersection and an older guy is crossing in front of me.
Him: Can I see it? Can I see it? Can I see it?
Me: (Beat)...My VAGINA? Is that what you want to see? Do you want me to lift up my skirt and show you my VAGINA?!! Do you think that I'm going to show you my VAGINA in front of all of these cars and people??
Him: (Quietly marching off) NO.
The best part was the young girl walking behind him who says, "You shouldn't have said nothin' to her. That's what you get."
The best is my sister's story from years ago when she was still in early high school. She had just bought a train ticket, and as she started to leave the counter, a guy who was still in line behind her hissed "Do you spit or swallow?" Without missing a beat, my sister turned to him and spit a loogie in his face. She asked "What do you think?" before walking away. There was no reply.
My favorite is "Girl, you got the prettiest eyebrows I have ever seen." I said thank you.
Most offensive: "Yo you got an ass like a [n-word]!" I was so taken aback I just kind of gasped, kept walking, and pulled my shirt down.
Most ridiculous: Guy in a truck following me for 5 BLOCKS down 3rd ave trying to get my number, then getting pissed when I told him I was a man, married, etc, and screaming, "C'MON! AT LEAST I GOT A JOB!"
He sure did. He was at it. In his 1-800-FLOWERS delivery truck.
This was a couple of years ago, my boyfriend at the time and I got in the elevator in our apartment building with this middle-aged man. So we're standing there and the guy goes "You guys dating?" and we're like "yeah" and he goes to my boyfriend "I bet you're gonna go home and fuck the shit out of her right now, eh? If I were you, I would take her home, bend her over and just fuck the shit out of her. I would fuck her so hard."
I couldn't even say anything, my jaw was on the floor and I was like, is this real life?
I'm pretty sure all catcallers deserve asshat trophies. I don't remember getting anything too weird, standard creep stuff for the most part, you know wolf whistles, "nice ass", "hey beautiful", etc. I did have an 8 year old call me a "sexy ho" once which was alarming, even moreso when he called me a "stupid fucking bitch" because I told him to leave me alone. Kids today, eh? Just like adults.
The incidents that stick out in my mind usually stick out because I was frightened or unnerved by them, ie. a few months ago, getting off the train, finding myself surrounded by 5 older (and bigger) guys who were looking me up and down like a piece of meat (not even trying to be subtle) and making comments (not even trying to be quiet) about me, "Damn, look at that (nudging each other), that is nice, holy cow, wow, hey there girl, how are you doing?" It wasn't so much what they said but "the way they said it". And the fact that it went on for so long, they didn't stop making comments until I was out of eyesight. I was slightly afraid that they might try to follow me home. And it sticks out also because I felt so powerless. I wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves and leave me alone but I was also afraid of pissing them off, since you never know whether guys are just assholes or if they're genuinely dangerous assholes. So all I could do was smile, say "I'm fine" when they asked how I was doing, and keep walking through the crowd of them with my head down. I was really, really angry when I was out of range, and the fear had subsided. I dunno, incidents like that just really reinforce how goddamn out of control of my own existence I am. Those 5 guys knew I couldn't do a damn thing to stop them from saying (or even doing) anything they felt like to me. It just isn't fair that I can't even take a train home (in the middle of the afternoon, broad daylight, nice middleclass suburban neighbourhood- all the things you'd think would be safe and comfortable) without feeling/being threatened by guys like this.
That was a very long rant and totally beside the point of the original post so I apologize but this is one of those issues that really hits close to home... I think it speaks very loudly about the way gender relations function in our society... (not very well).
"Hey baby, forget him. Come over here and we'll grill you a steak."
This from the guys on one side of the street in response to a boring catcall from the guys on the other side of the street. Love you, Sunset Park! Never change.
I was out walking my dog around midnight last weekend, just as some of the kids were having back-to-school parties in my university town. A drunk guy kept yelling that he was going to a party at 85 Margaret Street. As I walked by on the other side of the street, he looked at me and yelled
Come to 85 Margaret Street and I'll fuck you in the ass, bitch!
I didn't respond but walked on content in the knowledge that he was going in the wrong direction.
Years ago, at the beginning of a night out, I drove past my best friend. As I passed I yelled out the car window to her: "Where do I get me some of that?!", in the butchest, most manly voice I could muster. My bf looked over, saw it was me, and laughed her ass off. But not before a woman walking just behind her yelled at me: "You fucking pig!", which, I hate to admit, made me laugh MY ass off.
Can a woman be the first inductee into the Ass-Hat Hall of Fame?
A friend of mine was walking down the street with her boyfriend, and and old man shouted (to HIM) "If you don't marry her, I'm calling the PRETTY POLICE on you!"
@EltonJorts: Oh god. Once I was walking down the street with my boyfriend and some guy yelled out of a car window (obviously to my boyfriend), "She's got big titties, man!"
I don't even have big tits, though I was wearing a lowcut top showing some cleavage. But anyway, it's one of the only times he's been around when I've been catcalled and he was pretty shocked. I don't think most guys (any guys?) realize just how much shit women have to deal with just walking down the street, or taking the train, or whatever. Hell I once had a door to door salesman hit on me- apparently creeps go door to door now?! I was pretty stunned and didn't really have anywhere to go since, you know, I was already home... pretty unnerving.
Wow I just went off on a rant there.
Anyway what I was GOING to say is, it's funny how when we're with our boyfriends, if they're going to catcall us at all they usually/always address the MAN and not us. Wtf is going on in their minds?
@TurtleSpeak: that we are the man's property. which makes sense because men who treat women like that probably think of women as objects. so if you're with your bf, he's the person and you are his object.
Man, that's making me wish I'd come up with something better when it happened to me today. Was walking between the campus where I work and the hospital where I volunteer, down a main road, when two shirtless rednecks hanging out of the windows of a battered pickup truck yelled at me that they'd like to "hit that." (Among other things, it's hard to understand people who talk like Boomhauer.) I flipped them off. One said to the other, "Did she just flip us off?" Then he yelled at me again, "What's your problem, sugar tits?"
Years ago, when waiting for the bus after work, I was approached by a homeless man.
"I'll give ya a quarter if you pee in my mouth," he said. I was a bit freaked out and the only thing I could manage to say was no. So he yells "Well ya got nice tits!" and runs away.
@alibabathieves: Her's is a serious contender. That is a revolting story, but "I'll give you a quarter" is cracking me up! A quarter?! Cheap ass, fucker!
09/13/09
09/11/09
It was pretty genius. I've found that at least when there is only one of them (the manly group dynamic makes this harder) and they're not totally wasted, making them acknowledge that you're an actual person can help stop the madness.
09/11/09
Him: Can I ride? Can I ride?
Me: No.
Him: Well do you wanna ride me? I'll f*ck you good as hell.
This is the general idea behind all of the others, but no one actually came out and said it before.
The other was one where I was on my way home from a long day and I happened to be wearing a super cute dress (with shorts underneath). I stopped at an intersection and an older guy is crossing in front of me.
Him: Can I see it? Can I see it? Can I see it?
Me: (Beat)...My VAGINA? Is that what you want to see? Do you want me to lift up my skirt and show you my VAGINA?!! Do you think that I'm going to show you my VAGINA in front of all of these cars and people??
Him: (Quietly marching off) NO.
The best part was the young girl walking behind him who says, "You shouldn't have said nothin' to her. That's what you get."
09/11/09
09/13/09
09/11/09
Most offensive: "Yo you got an ass like a [n-word]!" I was so taken aback I just kind of gasped, kept walking, and pulled my shirt down.
Most ridiculous: Guy in a truck following me for 5 BLOCKS down 3rd ave trying to get my number, then getting pissed when I told him I was a man, married, etc, and screaming, "C'MON! AT LEAST I GOT A JOB!"
He sure did. He was at it. In his 1-800-FLOWERS delivery truck.
09/11/09
This was a couple of years ago, my boyfriend at the time and I got in the elevator in our apartment building with this middle-aged man. So we're standing there and the guy goes "You guys dating?" and we're like "yeah" and he goes to my boyfriend "I bet you're gonna go home and fuck the shit out of her right now, eh? If I were you, I would take her home, bend her over and just fuck the shit out of her. I would fuck her so hard."
I couldn't even say anything, my jaw was on the floor and I was like, is this real life?
09/10/09
*yell from his car
09/11/09
(HIMYM reference. Sorry.)
09/10/09
"Boobies."
(No laughing, no eye contact, just pointing at them as he passed by. Like, "oh look, those are those boobies we've been hearing about")
"Hey Sweetheart, take it in the brown."
"Baby, if I had me some barbecue sauce I would work you like a rack a' ribs".
09/10/09
The incidents that stick out in my mind usually stick out because I was frightened or unnerved by them, ie. a few months ago, getting off the train, finding myself surrounded by 5 older (and bigger) guys who were looking me up and down like a piece of meat (not even trying to be subtle) and making comments (not even trying to be quiet) about me, "Damn, look at that (nudging each other), that is nice, holy cow, wow, hey there girl, how are you doing?" It wasn't so much what they said but "the way they said it". And the fact that it went on for so long, they didn't stop making comments until I was out of eyesight. I was slightly afraid that they might try to follow me home. And it sticks out also because I felt so powerless. I wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves and leave me alone but I was also afraid of pissing them off, since you never know whether guys are just assholes or if they're genuinely dangerous assholes. So all I could do was smile, say "I'm fine" when they asked how I was doing, and keep walking through the crowd of them with my head down. I was really, really angry when I was out of range, and the fear had subsided. I dunno, incidents like that just really reinforce how goddamn out of control of my own existence I am. Those 5 guys knew I couldn't do a damn thing to stop them from saying (or even doing) anything they felt like to me. It just isn't fair that I can't even take a train home (in the middle of the afternoon, broad daylight, nice middleclass suburban neighbourhood- all the things you'd think would be safe and comfortable) without feeling/being threatened by guys like this.
That was a very long rant and totally beside the point of the original post so I apologize but this is one of those issues that really hits close to home... I think it speaks very loudly about the way gender relations function in our society... (not very well).
09/10/09
This from the guys on one side of the street in response to a boring catcall from the guys on the other side of the street. Love you, Sunset Park! Never change.
09/11/09
09/10/09
Come to 85 Margaret Street and I'll fuck you in the ass, bitch!
I didn't respond but walked on content in the knowledge that he was going in the wrong direction.
09/10/09
Can a woman be the first inductee into the Ass-Hat Hall of Fame?
09/10/09
09/10/09
I don't even have big tits, though I was wearing a lowcut top showing some cleavage. But anyway, it's one of the only times he's been around when I've been catcalled and he was pretty shocked. I don't think most guys (any guys?) realize just how much shit women have to deal with just walking down the street, or taking the train, or whatever. Hell I once had a door to door salesman hit on me- apparently creeps go door to door now?! I was pretty stunned and didn't really have anywhere to go since, you know, I was already home... pretty unnerving.
Wow I just went off on a rant there.
Anyway what I was GOING to say is, it's funny how when we're with our boyfriends, if they're going to catcall us at all they usually/always address the MAN and not us. Wtf is going on in their minds?
09/11/09
I'm not convinced their minds are involved in these interactions at all.
09/11/09
dicks.
09/10/09
09/10/09
09/10/09
"I'll give ya a quarter if you pee in my mouth," he said. I was a bit freaked out and the only thing I could manage to say was no. So he yells "Well ya got nice tits!" and runs away.
09/10/09
09/10/09