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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Sat, 12 May 2007 03:35:12 PDT

The Latest from HollaBackDC

Why You Should Use Car Donation Services?

Posted: 11 May 2007 09:25 AM CDT

Want to get rid of that old car? Donating it to charity is a fine choice. A charitable car donation doesn't mean you're giving something away for nothing. You could also benefit from such a choice, like receiving favorable tax deductions. If the charity sells the car, you receive its selling price as a tax write off. If it uses it, you get a tax write off equal to the fair market value of the car

Donating your car to charity is sure to bring rewards. Other than the tax deductions, the laws on karma will also apply. The good deeds you show will be rewarded surely.

But how do you find the right charity to receive your car? First, ask if your charity is recognized by the Internal Revenue Service (IRS). This makes you eligible for tax deductions.

Finding the right charity can be hard, especially in certain places where geography and unfamiliarity play a factor in the success or failure of your search. In such cases, contacting some car donation services is a good idea. From the list that these car donation services would provide, you could select the charity you think is most deserving of your car

Remember, making sure your charity is recognized by the IRS for you to receive your tax deductions. There are lots of "broker" services out there that will find a charity for you free, receive a small referral fee from the charity. Make sure you inquire about these as well.

Or you can visit our website for more information on Car Donation Services.

Peeping Tom on the Parkway

Posted: 11 May 2007 01:28 AM CDT

http://sournsweet.com

Actually it was I-66. Either way the driver of this car is a mondo perv.

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:42:14 PST

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Creepy Man at McCain Mall

Posted: 02 Apr 2007 07:10 PM CDT

I am not sure if any of you go to McCain Mall but I have been going there a lot lately and there is a guy that is FREQUENTLY there and he makes NO apologies for checking my friends and I out. The sad thing is, I'm 16 and most of my friends are 16 and 17. This guy looks about mid 40s...and I am being nice.Before I even heard of this website, I took a pic of him.

Courtney C.

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:42:14 PST

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A day at the grocery store...

Posted: 25 Mar 2007 03:16 PM CDT

I go to the Pak N Save at 40th and San Pablo to shop, this time my boyfriend was wandering about the store when this guy asked if he could use my phone number at the checkout counter. It was really sad because this guy stank of drink and it was barely noon.

Monica

Reporting from Oakland

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:42:14 PST

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Well, the fore mentioned Laney Masturbator came ba...

Posted: 25 Feb 2007 09:41 AM CST

Well, the fore mentioned Laney Masturbator came back again, did the samething, same computer and everything. I slowly packed my things like nothing was happening and went into the other part of the math lab. My math teacher,who was there last time also, called security.

We waited for a couple minutes and before we knew it the cops came and dragged his ass out in cuffs! I filled out some paperwork, the cop told me that he lifted the guys shirt up and saw his boner (blegh!).

Also, the guy was on probation AND had already been 86ed from the computer labs at Laney. He confessed and signed a statement moments later, now he will have a restraining order for all Peralta colleges. The police also described similar situations where a man used to just stand by the Laney pool and the teacher would ask him to leave (wrong move! ALWAYS CALL SECURITY/POLICE!) until one day he actually reached through the fence and tried to grab a girl.

Moral of story: These guys start slow and work their way up.

The picture attached : This man at Barnes & Noble in El Cerrito said "Now that is a perfect ass" asI looked at art books by the restroom. I turned and said "What the fuck did you say?" "Nothing, I was just thinking aloud," he said with a grin.

"Well, I know you weren't talking me."

"No, just thinking out loud." I decided seconds after relieving myself of his presence that I wanted a picture. But he kept disappearing! I knew he was up to something, so I kept trying to find him.

Seconds later I heard "SECURITY, THIS MAN JUST GRABBED ME!" I knew it was him and followed him and took a blurry pic as he headed for the exit,

"I just brushed up against you, asshole!" security stopped him and the cops got called, but the guy got away anyways. The security guard told me it happens all the time.

Advice to everyone, I know we've been told to get loud when these things happen, but if you act like nothing happened then make sure the cops get called so the guy doesn't have the chance to escape you will be very satisfied to press charges on these fuckers. Unless public spaces definitely get loud, but in these cases be covert and shit so you can watch him be humiliated.

Monica in Oakland (again)

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Mon, 12 Feb 2007 06:14:01 PST

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My Front Yard

Posted: 11 Feb 2007 10:53 AM CST

This happened 5 years ago, before hollaback. I was young and a newlywed. My husband and I rented a beautiful little home in Laguna Beach. It was small, but in a wonderful neighborhood with high hedges and a picket fence in the front yard. Every morning my husband would leave for work, I would shower, then go out front to get the paper.

One morning I walked out and to my surprise, a guy wearing jogging shorts, t-shirt and tennis shoes had come thru our gate and was standing in the front yard relieving himself. I shyly said, "excuse me". He looked over his shoulder at me, then turned around. He had the front of his shorts down and was exposing himself. I immediately went in and locked the door. We had a big window in front, so I opened the drapes and looked out. He was just going out the gate when he glanced back and saw me. Then he looked up and down the street and came back in the gate.

I was terrified. He walked up to the porch and started taking off his clothes. Off with the shirt and shorts and he was naked with shoes and socks. He grabbed hold of himself and started masturbating. I couldn't move, I was only in my bath robe so I knelt down. He just stood there masturbating right in front of me. Every time I looked up he would smile at me. After he finished he took his time putting his clothes on and left. I called my husband and he came home and we called the police. Although the evidence was all over the porch they were of little help.

The officer said, " well. these guys come out of the woodwork in warm weather." I wonder what it is that makes guys do this? I have never been that frightened in my life. We moved 2 months later.

JB

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 06:48:03 PST

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Pathetic \pə-ˈthe-tik\ :

Posted: 07 Feb 2007 08:40 PM CST

Though I know they are already aware, the guys in the blue truck who slowed down, whistled, and proceeded to catcall me while I was walking to Sticky Fingers in broad, lunchtime daylight ARE PATHETIC. I only wish I could have proven so by snapping.

And, just a general comment to those who think this is not a big deal (because apparently you exist). While I realize that many people are not aware of how often women are leered at and catcalled on the streets, many times because they are either (a) not a women or (b) not an LGBTQ individual, until you experience it 5-10 times a week for 10 years, think before speaking and listen before thinking.

And no I will not get over it. And yes, next time I will HOLLABACK.

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:42:14 PST

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Breast or Thigh with That?

Posted: 03 Feb 2007 04:14 PM CST

Although this is not street harassment in the most literal sense, I thought you would find this interesting. I found the attached turd on my way to the grocery store this afternoon. Upon closer inspection I noticed that this is packaging for a phone card. A FUCKING PHONE CARD.

I usually laugh at such "over the top" objectification of the female body, but this thing just made my stomach sink.I'd much rather get cat-called on the street by some asshole than having to see this crap: at least I can yell back at a pervert (and/or send his picture to you guys). Shit like this (which displays the female body like so many breasts and thighs from a bucket of KFC) only encourages misogynist behavior.

Submitted by Miss H

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Sat, 03 Feb 2007 06:01:31 PST

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I don't want to sit on your lap, creep.

Posted: 02 Feb 2007 09:55 PM CST

I am so glad I found this site and think that it is very important for everyone to know about what really happens to women and how unsafe it is everywhere.

You can hardly go anywhere without having to be on the defense against some very sick people. I went to Prescott Arizona for my Dad’s graduation. When went out to eat, I am trying to remember what it was called so I can get as specific as possible. I know they had glasses from another restaurant there called “The Office.”

As we got out of the car a man in a wheel chair started talking to my aunt and my grandparents. I stuck beside my dad because he creeped me out. In front of ALL of my family, parents, brother, aunt, grandpaents, this man came up behind me and hit the back off my legs so that I fell in his lap. I got up and got in front of my dad. I think they didn’t notice or were just trying to get insdie to escape the crazy man. And he tried it AGAIN!

I was scared and didn’t know what to say or do. I wish I had said something to the creep, I felt used and gross because I let him do that to me.

Laura – Riverside, Calif
Double Trouble

Posted: 01 Feb 2007 02:14 AM CST

So the other night my friend and I were picking up a video for a girl's night in at the Hollywood Video in San Luis Obispo. As we were walking up to the door, I noticed a homeless man sitting against the wall about 5 feet from the door. I hate to sterotype, but I was sort of expecing some sort of comment from him and sure enough, I wasn't disappointed.

As we passed him on our way in, he mumbled something incoherent that sounded like "How you doin''" and then whistled at us. As I am not technologically savy enough to own a camera phone, and because we didn't feel like we were in any danger, my friend and I just rolled our eyes and ignored him.

Of course, we had to pass him again when we left the store, and once more he couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut. This time he told us we were "double trouble" as he leered at us. Gross.

Can't I just pick up a movie without being harassed? Again, we chose to ignore him rather than make a comment. At least I have a place to rant about being harassed. It is so important for women to realize that just because this kind of annyoing shit happens to us all the time, it is not okay and we shouldn't have to simply accept it.

Submitted by G
Me and my friend Sarah were on our way home from ...

Posted: 07 Jan 2007 07:56 PM CST

Me and my friend Sarah were on our way home from cheerleading practice, when two guys walked past us and started yelling stuff like "hey chica wanna do some cheers for me" and licking there lips.
We just ignored them and started walking faster. it made me feel horrible. im proud of being a cheerleader because its one of the few things im actaully good at but at that second they made me feel like shit for being a cheerleader. i wish i could have gotten a photo of those slime balls but i just wanted to get out of there fast.

Becky T., San Diego, CA
Ass Hats Downtown

Posted: 27 Oct 2006 07:28 AM CDT

This past Friday night my roommate and I decided to walk around downtown just to get out of the house. We were dressed in jeans, sweaters, and tennis shoes, NOT that what we were wearing has a damn thing to do with it. As we walked in front of a bar a guy started walking next to my roommate and making growling and barking sounds. I don't know if he was just trying to scare us or what but I turned to him and said, "Seriously? Is that what you're really doing right now?" At that point, he stopped walking with us but stood watching us walk away while he loudly sang "Shake That Ass For Me" by Eminem. I turned and yelled for him to shut up, not that it did any good.

As the night went on and we continued our walk, several other ass hats made lewd comments or gestures as they passed us. We started keeping track and we were up to 5 different guys by the time we went home. What the hell? Can't two women just walk around after dark without this crap?

My being a woman is not an invitation to degrade, demean, harass, or even speak to me, let alone make me feel unsafe in my own town.

Posted by: G
Flasher in San Francisco

Posted: 20 Oct 2006 04:11 PM CDT

I was walking my dog back from Lafayette Park last Wednesday, enjoying the sunshine and outdoors, and I may have smiled pleasantly at this "nice young man" because i'm from the South and that's what we do.
Then I noticed that he had his penis out of his pants andwas woggling it at me in a disgusting fashion and hissing something menacing at me. "You like that?" I called him a pig and kept walking, but the whole way home I felt alternately furious and helpless and a little like crying. And I made up all these other scenarios where I'd followed him screaming until he ran away in shame. Or that I'd laughed at him and mocked him. Or that I had a cell phone on me and called the police.
It was awful that this disgusting freak had created this power over me and my mood. If you're around there, look for a red headed guy, relatively normal looking, college age or younger, wearing athletic gear. He'll be the one with his dick hanging out. I've been carrying my cell phone camera in "hopes" of catching him at it again. Maybe I should carry some sewing shears too, just in case.
-Jemima
San Francisco, CA
School Parking Lot Harassment

Posted: 17 Oct 2006 04:57 PM CDT

"As I was leaving school about a year ago, a guy, about my age was blatantly staring at my chest. I gave him a mean look that I thought would get him to stop. Instead he replied with 'What, can't a guy check out a nice rack?' and smiled. I was so shocked and angry. I was shaking the whole way home. Why can't guys like this just shut their mouths? It bothers me that they can get away with something like this. It's embarrassing and makes me feel like shit."

Therese, CA
He confronted me in the parking lot...

Posted: 13 Oct 2006 03:03 PM CDT

"A few months ago, I was leaving work (I work at a coffeehouse) and heading towards my car when I heard two men laughing. I looked back and they attempted to cover their smirks. I turned back, and they went at it again. I turned around and gave them a look like, "what are you doing??" and then one of them said "I'm sorry, we were just wondering what you look like naked." I was appalled!! What gives anyone the right to say something like that to me!"

-Janet, Anaheim, CA
He Watched Me For An Hour...

Posted: 10 Oct 2006 03:59 PM CDT

"The man in this truck sat in the parking lot of Barnes and Nobles for over an hour, watching me talk on the phone and read.

First, he parked right next to me and rolled down his window, motioning for me to do the same. He kept winking at me and making obscene motions with his hands.

Disgusted, I moved to a new spot 3 rows over. In desperation, he moved a few spaces over from me. I believe he was masturbating, because his window was still down and I could hear him moaning and it looked like he was.

After this started, I left."

-Anna
Our first entry!!

Posted: 09 Oct 2006 02:09 PM CDT

"i was on my way to the House of Blues with my friend, Lisa and these two guys in a pick-up started honking at us and asking "what fine ass bitches like us were doing all alone". We flipped them off and then kept on walking, i would have taken a pic of their truck but it was too dark.

Karen , LA, CA"
A Tip For Our Visitors

Posted: 07 Oct 2006 09:49 PM CDT

"/Le chinga/ is Mexican Spanish for (I'll) fuck her.

I'm aware of the holla policy on race and ethnicity, but I think that women should know what's being said to or about them."

-Anonymous

Added information due to confusion:

" In Mexico chingar means "to fuck someone" or "to fuck something up". In Spain it means to bother, an advantage, or to work hard. "
View From The Past...

Posted: 04 Oct 2006 07:02 AM CDT

Thanks for a great idea - love the visual revelations of abusers on your site...as a young woman in the 1960s and 1970s I was frequently harrassed on the streets of Philadelphia and San Francisco. Public masturbation in the Phila. subway (and the main reading room of the San Francisco library, no less) were just two of the more obvious experiences.
My personal favorite was when I decided - in an instant - to holla back. Standing in front of a rush hour crowd at a busy intersection in SF, I felt a man press his erection against my back. He pushed hard, thinking I would be too frightened to move with speeding traffic in front of me. Instead, I spun around and said very loudly, "Get back in your pants - You are disgusting!" As it turned out, he could not get away with dozens of people standing directly behind him...they all laughed at him and my day immediately improved.
T. Brown, Tampa, FL
Update Coming Later Today..

Posted: 30 Sep 2006 02:54 PM CDT

I will post an update later today, but for now, I just want to remind all visitors that we have a forum. The link is located to the right.

Please check it out! There are lots of interesting topics, and some very interesting people.
Creepy Car

Posted: 25 Sep 2006 08:29 PM CDT

"I was walking home from work and I cut through a shopping center in Oxnard. When I walked by this car, 2 men got out and stood there, looking me up and down. One made an obscene gesture and then told me a was a "hot piece of ass". I was thoroughly disgusted, so when they started walking away, I took a picture of their car."
- Sarah J. Ventura County
Let's get the boring stuff out of the way...

Posted: 20 Sep 2006 08:04 AM CDT

If you are a woman, not only from California, but from anywhere in the world, and are tired of being harrassed, commented on, or generally bothered by men on the street, whip out your camera or phone and take a picture of the jack ass.

Email the picture, along with the location (as vague or specific as you'd like) and any comments you have on the incident to hollabackcali@gmail.com. We will post it for everyone to see.

Please note that racist, homophobic, classist, or otherwise bigoted comments will not be posted. We reserve the right to either edit the offensive material or simply not post it. All photos and text remain the property of their creator, however, by sending a photo or text to hollabackcali@gmail.com, you give us permission to use it on HollaBackCali.blogspot.com.
Creepy Sombrero Men

Posted: 20 Sep 2006 08:03 AM CDT

I received this story from a close friend of mine.

"So me and my friend are in my car in downtown Oxnard and we're at a stop light. About four 30, maybe 40-ish looking men with big sombreros on kept looking at us. Finally, they started making inapporpriate gestures yelling at us. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but the gestures pretty much spoke for themselves. My friend took a picture of the license plate, but she can't find it now. :( "

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 30 Jan 2007 05:57:37 PST

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Posted: 29 Jan 2007 05:40 PM CST

I was at school, Laney College to be exact, doing math homework in the math lab, which is set up with rows of computers on either side of long tables. I noticed a man I was facing breathing like he had run there and payed no mind. I later noticed him turn the monitor of his computer towards the window we were both sitting next to so that others might not be able to see his browsing. I still payed no mind (maybe it was a very private e-mail?).

I space back into math land and suddenly realize the guy is panting hardcore, I look at the reflection in the window to see him hunched and vigorously masturbating through his sweater. I considered getting up to yell "CAN YOU FERVENTLY MASTURBATE SOMEWHERE ELSE!?!" But I was scared he would pull some Multiple Miggs type of shit and fling jizz at me.

I told the computeradministrator and he quiety went up to him and said something, then the guy left. I felt disgust, then disdain, which is what I feel more and more each time I go outside. Sometimes I imagine forcing myself to vomit on the menwho harass me.I've started bringing my camera with me, so I'll be posting more often, I get harssed 2 times or more a day on the street.

Needless to say I haveanger problems with no outlet, so I'm trying something new to cope with my murderous rage. I already got my first two pictures, but forgot my USB cable, So they'll be on their way soon. My strategy is to pretend I'm giving them my contact info, but it'll actually be a paper with the Holla Back Caliwebsite on it so they can see their pictures when I post them! We'll see howthat works out I guess. I'm also going to put up flyers for the wesite so women might check it out.

Monica, Oakland CA

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 06:17:45 PST

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Creep

Posted: 21 Jan 2007 08:07 PM CST

My boyfriend and I were hanging out at the beach lateone night. After a while my boyfriend needed to go to the bathroom. I asked him if anyone was in the bathroom and he replied with "No." So I stood halfwayin the men's bathroom talking with him. As myboyfriend was finishing up with washing his hands aolder man who had to be in his 40's walked passed meto enter the bathroom. I said "Excuse me" and backed out of the men's room. My boyfriend was just walking out by then. The older man then snickered "I'm sure it's nothing you haven't seen before." I couldn'tbelieve it and I didn't know what to say. I'm stillmad that I didn't say anything to him. I was seventeen when it happened.

S. Pismo Beach, CA

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:42:14 PST

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THE SO-CALLED FRIEND

Posted: 19 Jan 2007 06:02 PM CST

I was walking to my boyfriend's car after eating dinner with him and his friend, WHOM I HAD JUST MET, IS MARRIED, AND HAS A BABY ON THE WAY.

The "friend," grabbed my buttocks. So, my boyfriend's "best friend", married to a lovely woman, with a little girl on the way just assaulted me. Okay, I am thinking, he has had a drink, I will tell boyfriend later (though, in retrospect, this was wimpy, I should have said, yelled, or snapped him then).

Later did not come soon enough, unfortunately. While walking to the car, he makes a remark about my breasts and reaches up the front of my skirt as I am getting into the car.

Needless to say, he is not our friend anymore. He did tell his wife, and I hope he gets help for his and his family's sake. I also wish I would have reported it. These crimes are gravely underreported, and I now understand why a little better-it is embarrassing, victim-blaming is rampant, and frankly, I thought no one would care. Never again. . .

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:42:15 PST

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ASSAULTED IN GRACELAND

Posted: 17 Jan 2007 05:11 PM CST

I'm a NYC resident, and was on a business trip in Memphis this weekend when I was assaulted. I wanted to send a post to Holla Back, because I feel like this will make me feel as if I've reclaimed some of my power. I can't take back what happened and I can't get it out of my head, I just need to tell the world what he did.The story starts - I was at Graceland when it happend yesterday afternoon at around 1:30 pm yesterday with a friend. I was on a tour of the house with about 8 other people. If you havn't been to Graceland, it is a museum of sorts. The house is pretty small and so the tour group gets herded from one room to the next. I was stopped taking a picture and leaning over a railing . That's when I felt it. A man, about 40 years old, wearing a blue windbreaker and a buzz cut- walking past with his friend reaches UNDERNEATH ME, between my legs and grabs my ass and reaching the front of my crotch. He keeps walking. I whipped around to scream "Are you fucking kidding me?!?" and everyone in the tour was wearing those stupid tour-headsets and no one said anything. So, I walked into the next room following the guy and tapped him on the shoulder, I didn't know what I was going to say - so I just kept tapping him on the shoulder. He pretended not to feel my tapping and hear my voice - and continued to take pictures. I asked him a few times "Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you just grab my ass??!!" and he didn't respond.. I said it again and he responded "No, I was just taking pictures." He turns around and looks at his child-molester looking friend behind him and asks if it was him.. and he just shrugs his shoulders. Walking around the room, I'm in fucking Elvis's house here - mind you - and there's a security guard right there, but I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to make a scene more than I already had -it's this completely silent room with a dozen strangers, and my ass and crotch were just grabbed. The feeling of a complete loss of power and thought and coping skills was just overwhelming. I went and told my friend (loudly) what had just happened and we stood there, in shock, me shaking - not knowing how to feel better about this. The guy was denying anything happened, and I just wanted to cry, but didn't want to cry in front of him. So I thought it over and decided, it would be worse if no one believed me, or if he got angrier and made me feel worse, so I kept on going and just tried to avoid him the rest of the afternoon.. I think a security guard heard me talking loudly about what had happened, and so next thing I know, I have 2 security guards following me at a distance around the grounds. This made me feel even worse - I thought the guy had told them that I had threatened him or something, and felt so dirty and disgusting and as if somehow, I had done something wrong. I eventually, an hour later - saw him again and told a security guard what had happened. The guard approached the men, who again - denied it was them - and the guard came back to tell me - they had denied it. I'm sorry. I think they should have been kicked out, but it didn't surprise me that they didn't do it.Ever since the moment I was grabbed, I have been replaying the situation over and over in my head, wishing I could have done or said something better than what I did. I wish I could have just kicked him in the nuts, or started screaming and cursing and telling him what a pathetic human being he was that not only does he grab stranger's crotches, he can't own up to it. Tell him that because he can grab people doesn't mean he's got any sort of power, in fact, it shows how pathetic and powerless he is. I have taken self-defense classes before, but at that moment I was defenseless, speachless. I've never been one to have a good one-liner waiting in the wings, but I really wish I had just this once. I'm proud that I at least had the good sense (thanks to some amazing women I know who don't put up with any shit) to walk up to him and confront him. Hopefully that changed the power dynamic a little bit. I'm also proud that I eventually told a security guard. I guess all I can hope is that The King, up in heaven will defend my honor, I'm almost certain Elvis doesn't allow sexual assault in his living room. I hope that he can make sure that fuckhead got run over by a go-cart from hell on the way home last night. Hopefully, the spirit of Graceland won't be ruined for me - or maybe it's time to move onto another hollywood home, something more empowering, like Dollywood. The worst thing about this, was this was not the first time this has happened, nor will it be the last. This was a particularly aggressive move, but it happens every day to women who were not 'asking for it.' Next time, however - if its on the subway, or in a crowd, or in a museum like this was - I will scream, and I will kick and I will punch that asshole and I don't care if I'm making a scene or not.Thanks Hollaback for doing what you do, and for making a space for me to reclaim my power.Submitted by J

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Pictures for Homepage

Posted: 12 Jan 2007 11:17 AM CST
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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 03:23:26 PST

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Pushed to my Limit

Posted: 03 Jan 2007 12:39 PM CST

My latest incident happened on Saturday, Dec. 30th, passing by construction site on 3rd Ave. and 10th St. I felt "the leer", and gave the worker the benefit of the doubt by simply nodding, and looking away.

He proceeded to say creepily, "Oh, fuck, that's a pretty pussy. Do you take it in the ass?" I just kept walking and shaking my head. I've lived in New York for 6 years, and I'm just tired. I live around the block, and now avoid the construction site. I'm angry at myself for feeling like it's my fault, but most of all that he can get away with it.

Just found your website, and from now on, I'm going to have my phone in hand. Why do men have to be such a dissapointment sometimes? It makes me appreciate the good ones.

Submitted by S.

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 03:00:33 PST

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Thanks a Hell of alot for Destroying my Sense of Safety

Posted: 03 Jan 2007 12:12 AM CST

It was around 9:30pm last night and I walked into the lobby of my apartment building talking on the phone with one of my friends. We hung up while I was waiting for the elevator and this drunk guy who was older than my father walks over to me and makes a comment about the elevator to which I just nodded. It wasn't unusual for someone to make a comment about the elevator since we usually had problems with it, but then out of the blue he asks me my name. I turn and stared at him in shock and asked him "Why?" to which he answered "Because you're pretty." I just ignored him and made a move to get in the elevator and he started to follow me, still asking my name. Still stunned and by that point - scared, I walked out of the elevator and asked him if he was getting in or out and he said he was getting out and moved out of the elevator so I walked back in. He starts to follow me and I turn to walk out again and he physically blocks my way. All the while, he's still asking my name. I try to push past him and at that moment, one of the men who was near the front door watching the whole entire thing finally decides to do something and takes the drunk old man by the shoulder and starts to move him out of the way. This gave me a chance to slip by and lucky for me, one of my mom's friend's husband walks in the front door at that moment and he took the elevator up to my apartment with me. Right before the elevator door closed, the drunk man yells "since you won't give me your name, I'll give you one - baby doll."

I had my cell phone clutched in my hand the whole time, unfortunately it didn't have a camera so I couldn't take a picture of the jerk's face. I'm 17 years old and even though I've been told I look 18 or 19, it's still no justification to hit on someone who is thirty years younger than you. It was just plain creepy and it left me completely shaken. I ended up in tears for the two hours that followed because I was totally unnerved and I lost all sense of safety. This incident was made worse by the fact that the night before I had a group of guys shouting "I want some of that pussy" at me while I was walking down the 42 street train station stairs. I'm use to comments of "hey beautiful" and such and I've learned to ignore those, but the vulgarity of what those guys were shouting surprised me and left me a bit nervous. But it certainly compared nothing to how violated I felt last night.

Submitted by C.C.
Business in the Front, Sketchy in the Back

Posted: 27 Nov 2006 11:23 AM CST

Last night I was rushing to catch the subway at 34th Street. I was rushing down the stairs to the D platform and this little man with a rockin’ mullet, who looked like he has just walked out of Michael Jackson's "Beat It" Video, stopped, turned around, looked at me, and had the audacity to say "I lick a lot of pussy." Eww! I have never been so upset in my life that my phone was off so I didn’t get a picture of this creep. As I was in a hurry I only had time to roll my eyes, give him a disgusted look, and flip him off.

Submitted by Rachel
Dressed up, but not for you.

Posted: 27 Nov 2006 11:21 AM CST

So yes, I am kind of dressed up. I was just at an internship interview. Yes, I am sitting by myself eating my lunch. Thanks. By the way - what the fuck is your deal? I know you can't be looking at train schedules for all of those 15 minutes. I know you keep leering at me. You're not being that discrete, and you are kinda grossing me out. Why can't I just sit alone for half an hour and eat my lunch without someone thinking I'm there to look pretty for them? I am so grossed out that I felt like I had to avoid eye contact with everyone just because some of them were like you and aparently assuming that a young woman sitting by herself was looking for some kind of attention. You're pathetic. It took you a good twenty minutes of (not very) sneakily leering at me for you to finally walk away - don't think I didn't notice that you were turning around every twenty feet or so to stare some more.

Submitted by E.M.
Fuck Right Off.

Posted: 24 Nov 2006 04:01 PM CST

No I will not take off my shirt or show you my ass for your polaroids. Skeevy asshole. I'm so happy to go back to San Francisco and say goodbye to the Bowery's poetry scene... Where they knowingly tolerate blatant sexual harassers in their scene.

I talked smack right back at you and played along to hear more of the bullshit. And then pointed out to you that craigslist would be a better place to find women for your polaroid exploits. Put up your ad and get the fuck out of poetry.

Dear women in the Bowery Scene and people there who aren't misogynist fuckheads, I feel sorry for you that you have to put up with that kind of thing. Why do you?

Dear woman with the shaved head who tonight at the poetry club took off your shirt for this dude in the bathroom, did you feel all empowered when this guy went on to harass other people and show your photo in his book and to boast that he likes the authentically dykey ones the best, next to the trannies?

Dear MC dude of the Urbana slam team, nice job of laughing off sexual harassment to my face. Also thanks for letting me know that "that guy hangs out here every single day at the poetry club." That makes it all better! I'm sure everyone just thinks he's SO funny and such a character!

Dear guy working the door... I thought you were laughing with me and were complicit in my fool-baiting. "Thanks" for then when I confronted the dude about his fucked-upedness, then acting like you didn't hear anything wrong... And for saying that you didn't hear anything hostile. Because we all know that asking all the women in a cafe, or a poetry reading at a bar, to take off their clothes for a camera and if they have any "intimate" piercings or tattoos is just totally FRIENDLY... It makes women feel all appreciated and welcome and stuff...

Oh also? The tempting offer of a free copy of your poetry book in exchange for the polaroids of my naked body... not tempting at all.

Submitted by Liz Henry
Not so Super, Market Man

Posted: 15 Nov 2006 01:51 PM CST

Passing by the local supermarket this morning on my way to work, one of the stock guys from the market (he was wearing his smock/uniform) got altogether too close to me and called me "chula." [HB NOTE: For you nonspanish speakers, chula means sexy or hottie]. I told him to shut up, that he should concentrate on his job instead of bothering people. He just stood there and laughed. So I got out my cell phone and aimed. This guy must have some experience dodging cameras because he immediately threw his hood over his head, covered his face with one arm, and started desperately twirling around, looking for his shopping cart, trying to get away from me with his eyes covered up, keeping his face hidden. He looked like such a fool. So, I only got a lousy shot of the back of his head, but at least I got the satisfaction of watching him run and hide, like the cockroach he is.

Submitted by Nancy
I've Just Been Groped

Posted: 09 Nov 2006 06:34 PM CST

Hello, I've just been gropped on 16th St. and 8th Ave. It was 4pm- bright sunny day, and I can't believe this just happened to me. I have my wits about me always and I walk confidently with a sort of 'don't fuck with me' look on my face, but it still happened! I was just walking, and this guy walking by, out of no where, stuck his hand out and felt my vagina. I just can't believe it. If there's anybody with any encouraging words, I'd love to hear them, because right now, I just feal like I never want to walk outside by myself again- and I hate that. Dammit.

Submitted by Kathleen
Caught in the Act

Posted: 08 Nov 2006 07:18 PM CST

Submitted by Ivy
Whatever Happened to the World that was Promised to Us?

Posted: 07 Nov 2006 11:21 AM CST

I'm only twelve, so I get grossed out pretty easy.

As I was walking home from school one day, a man A LOT older than me stops walking as I walk past. He tries to grab me but I speed up so he misses. "I love your ass!" he calls after me.

Submitted by Fiona

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6 Train Nutjob

Posted: 02 Nov 2006 10:11 AM CST

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
HOLLAween

Posted: 02 Nov 2006 10:09 AM CST

My roommate and I walked twelve blocks to a Halloween party last night, and were harassed by NINE different people. After the first three guys in the first three blocks started calling at us (despite the coats that covered up our costumes!), I remembered hearing about Holla Back and I whipped out my cell phone. These were the only pictures that came out clearly, but the
two doofy old guys were by far my favorite. I walked back to them after they called out to us, and said, "smile. I'm putting you on a website that ridicules creepy people who harrass women on the street." So what do they do? Smile, of course! I really wish I could say "only in New York City..."

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

Posted: 30 Oct 2006 05:16 PM CST

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

Posted: 28 Oct 2006 08:26 PM CDT

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
My Pussy Cat has Claws, Mister.

Posted: 22 Oct 2006 10:07 PM CDT

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
Jersey Jerks Hit Yankee Stadium

Posted: 18 Oct 2006 11:56 AM CDT

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
HollaBack Loves Lauri Apple

Posted: 17 Oct 2006 10:56 AM CDT

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.
hollaSUMMONS

Posted: 16 Oct 2006 10:18 AM CDT

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
Stick to Reading on the Toilet Please, Gentlemen

Posted: 15 Oct 2006 03:41 PM CDT

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
Self-Defense Training Resources

Posted: 13 Oct 2006 12:08 AM CDT

The Center for Anti-Violence Education (formerly Brooklyn Women's Martial Arts) offers a wide variety of anti-violence programming for women, men, LGBTQ individuals, teens, and survivors of violence. The Center offers self-defense and martial arts courses at reasonable rates, as well as FREE courses for survivors of sexual assault, domestic violence, and child abuse.

For a quick introduction to self-defense techniques, another option is the Rape Aggression Defense System (RAD), which offers 9-12 hour introductory and advanced courses throughout the U.S. and Canada. RAD offers both women-only courses as well as classes for men and kids.

For intense close combat instruction, Attackproof is an option. Founded by a former police officer and forensic homicide investigator, Attackproof has a much different mission and organizational approach than the above two options, providing training to police officers and military members, as well as self-defense courses for those with no training background. While it is not expressly aimed toward women, it offers serious preparation for real fights, which tend to be dirty, last no more than 30 seconds, and have no rules. The disadvantage to more traditional women's self-defense courses is that they tend to operate under the assumption that you will have a clean punch or kick, which is rarely the case in a real attack. Such courses also tend to be karate-based, whereas an attacker is not likely to use karate.

However, note that you may wish to carefully consider how you will go about learning fighting techniques. While programs such as Attackproof tend to be very effective physically, they teach you next to nothing about discipline and controlling your mind. Unlike many martial arts that take years to master, you will learn deadly skills very quickly. If you choose this option, you may wish to supplement your training with meditation techniques and other approaches to discipline your mind, as individuals have reported developing severe negative thought patterns--anxiety, fear, and anger--when quickly learning how to use deadly force without proper mental conditioning.

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Sat, 30 Dec 2006 06:11:39 PST

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Berkeley Pervert

Posted: 29 Dec 2006 06:36 PM CST

I was picking up my mail from the Berkeley Main post office on Thursday evening. As I was coming out, I see a man in a knit cap and grey sweatshirt with navy blue shorts crossing the street coming toward me. I was thinking, ah a guy coming out from exercising at the Y, good for him. There is a YMCA across the street from the post office. I get in my car. The guy comes up close to my passenger window. I see him grabbing his shorts. I was thinking I must be seeing things. Then I see him grab his penis out of his shorts and masturbating. Iwas disgusted, infuriated, pist off. I pulled out of my space and drove around the block hoping to find a police officer close by, but didn't see one. When I came back around the post office, he was gone. I wanted to scream...if you can't control yourself, how about I help you control yourself with a pair of scissors! You pervert! Even though this happens all the time, I'm still in a state of shock when it happens. I forget to yell. I need to remember to yell out and make a scene. Leteveryone around me know these guys are perverts. They need help or get castrated!

Holla Back NYC

noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Sun, 24 Dec 2006 03:18:10 PST

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Happy Holidays from the Q14 Bus. You expected more?

Posted: 23 Dec 2006 09:26 AM CST

This guy kept his leg wide open the whole time on the Q14 bus tonight. He kept putting his hand between his legs and massaged the area like he's in a porn movie. He kept eyeballing me and staring at me until I took out my camera phone and snapped this nasty pervert's face. As soon as he got off the bus, he just stared right at me through the window and I just flipped him my middle finger. Dirty pervert.

Submitted by C.

Holla Back California

noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 06:09:50 PST

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'Tis The Season For Scumbugs

Posted: 17 Dec 2006 07:24 PM CST

"I was out christmas shopping at the mall and decided to stop by victoria's secret to pick something up for my best friend. When I left the mall and headed to my car in the parking lot, a guy who was older points
to the victoria secret bag and says, "Got something nice to wear for me in that bag sweet cheeks?", so i just look him right in the eye and walk off. It's sad thatI can't even just go christmas shopping without being
bothered by some pervert."

- Lisa, 20

Holla Back NYC

noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Sun, 17 Dec 2006 09:25:56 PST

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Do It For Your Country

Posted: 17 Dec 2006 12:44 PM CST

So I'm walking to the dorms and talking to my mother on my cell phone, when I see this guy in military fatigues sitting in a car. He glares at me until I get close enough (where I intended to walk right past him) and he says, "Hey! I want your number! I want your number!" Creeped out, I stop, glare back, and say loudly into the phone, "Ew, mom. This gross guy I don't know just asked for my number. Some guys are so pathetic." Of course, he didn't look too thrilled.

Sorry dude, I understand it's been a while, but you really shouldn't expect women to take "do it for your country" so literally...

Submitted by Emily

Holla Back NYC

noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 03:14:58 PST

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Burger - nasty

Posted: 04 Dec 2006 09:17 AM CST

I was at Burger King at Main St. and Roosevelt Ave in Flushing with some friends, hanging out. We were about to leave when this guy (who had previously asked for money) sitting next to us goes "Hey, you, whats up? I want to suck you." I looked at him, disgusted, and replied "you're fucking gross." He then proceeds to get up and follow us out while wiggling his tongue at me. He said "I want to suck your pussy", and would have probably stuck his tongue in my ear had I not moved away. My friend and I told him he was a fucking pervert and he followed us to the corner. Ugh.

Submitted by Cheer
A kick to street harassers and all their kindred spirits

Posted: 01 Dec 2006 11:02 AM CST

My girl and I were walking down the street yesterday. As with every day when we/she/I walk down the street, some jerk in a prettied-up car decided it was his business to violate our space by sticking his head out of the window and assaulting us with a list of sleazy, misogynistic, homophobic and idiotic comments. He seemed to think that we wanted to know all about the fact that hot lesbians were part of his heterosexual male fantasy... he was wrong.

In response to his violent penetration of our personal space, my girlfriend and I screamed a list of obsenities at him, telling him exactly what he could do with his fantasy, his over-inflated ego, and his fucked up attitude. Apparently, women getting angry at his harassment was not a response he was used to, so he stuck his head back out the window to let us know that we were "fucked up bitches" and "crazy fucking psychos". Shit, why hadn't we noticed? Clearly we were the psychos, considering we were the ones cruising around town and looking to assault vulnerable individuals.

His car paused at a set of lights, and he continued to scream at us, throwing his fist around and piling every swear word he knew into discriptions of us. Fed up, my spunky girlfriend shot a massive glob of spit onto his beautifully painted car. Inspired by her actions, I too walked up to his car, and kicked the back of it as hard as I could. This sent him into a frenzy, and he jumped out of his car to further yell abuse at us. We pointed out that the police were sitting across at the next set of lights, so he backed off, but continued to scream at us as he drove away.

Now, some might think it was a bit of an overreaction to kick someone's property in response to a "compliment". I'd like to tell those people to take their ignorant, sexist agendas and shove it up their arses. As a woman and as a lesbian, I spend every day of my life confined by the consequences of men's belief that it is perfectly acceptable to verbally, physically and sexually assualt, harass, and intimidate me. I spend each day fighting off unwanted physical advances, being powerless to respond to drive-by sexual advances, having to shut up and ignore the endless streams of catcalls and wolf whistles, watching program after program representing women as sexual/domestic play objects for men, and battling with both men and women to convince them that yes, it is important to be aware of the the power issues that surround gender relations. I spend nights crying as a result of the sexual abuse I have experienced, days altering my routes so I can feel safe when walking home, and endless hours being overwhelmed by how much work is yet to be done in order to create a world which is safe, equal and free from violence and intimidation.

That kick to the back of the prettied-up car, therefore, was a kick for every man who has ever intimidated, objectfied, assaulted, abused, taken advantage of, raped, or hit a woman. It was for every catcall, wolf whistle, and unwanted comment any woman has ever received since becoming old enough to be violated. It was also a warning to each individual who thinks it is ok to harass women, whether in public or in private.

And fuck, it felt good.

Watch out world... I've discovered the power to holla back, and holla back I will.

Submitted by Sandra

Holla Back California

noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 05:58:17 PST

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Even with my boyfriend...

Posted: 30 Nov 2006 10:17 PM CST

I was walking down the street in San Diego, CA, with my boyfriend, and several middle-aged men walked out of a restaurant that we were walking in front of. They were passing us up as one of them looked back, nudged his friend and said "Damn, that guy is lucky. Look what he gets to f*** everynight."

I have never been more humiliated. And I wonder just how many women a man like that picks up with those lines?

Simone, San Diego, CA

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 13:32:00 PST

Dressed up, but not for you.
Posted: 27 Nov 2006 10:12 AM CST

So yes, I am kind of dressed up. I was just at an internship interview. Yes, I am sitting by myself eating my lunch. Thanks. By the way - what the fuck is your deal? I know you can't be looking at train schedules for all of those 15 minutes. I know you keep leering at me. You're not being that discrete, and you are kinda grossing me out. Why can't I just sit alone for half an hour and eat my lunch without someone thinking I'm there to look pretty for them? I am so grossed out that I felt like I had to avoid eye contact with everyone just because some of them were like you and aparently assuming that a young woman sitting by herself was looking for some kind of attention. You're pathetic. It took you a good twenty minutes of (not very) sneakily leering at me for you to finally walk away - don't think I didn't notice that you were turning around every twenty feet or so to stare some more.

Submitted by E.M.
Business in the Front, Sketchy in the Back
Posted: 26 Nov 2006 01:40 PM CST
Last night I was rushing to catch the subway at 34th Street. I was rushing down the stairs to the D platform and this little man with a rockin’ mullet, who looked like he has just walked out of Michael Jackson's "Beat It" Video, stopped, turned around, looked at me, and had the audacity to say "I lick a lot of pu#%y." Eww! I have never been so upset in my life that my phone was off so I didn’t get a picture of this creep. As I was in a hurry I only had time to roll my eyes, give him a disgusted look, and flip him off.

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 13:33:20 PST

F&%K Right Off.
Posted: 24 Nov 2006 02:59 PM CST

No I will not take off my shirt or show you my ass for your polaroids. Skeevy asshole. I'm so happy to go back to San Francisco and say goodbye to the Bowery's poetry scene... Where they knowingly tolerate blatant sexual harassers in their scene.

I talked smack right back at you and played along to hear more of the bullshit. And then pointed out to you that craigslist would be a better place to find women for your polaroid exploits. Put up your ad and get the fuck out of poetry.

Dear women in the Bowery Scene and people there who aren't misogynist fuckheads, I feel sorry for you that you have to put up with that kind of thing. Why do you?

Dear woman with the shaved head who tonight at the poetry club took off your shirt for this dude in the bathroom, did you feel all empowered when this guy went on to harass other people and show your photo in his book and to boast that he likes the authentically dykey ones the best, next to the trannies?

Dear MC dude of the Urbana slam team, nice job of laughing off sexual harassment to my face. Also thanks for letting me know that "that guy hangs out here every single day at the poetry club." That makes it all better! I'm sure everyone just thinks he's SO funny and such a character!

Dear guy working the door... I thought you were laughing with me and were complicit in my fool-baiting. "Thanks" for then when I confronted the dude about his fucked-upedness, then acting like you didn't hear anything wrong... And for saying that you didn't hear anything hostile. Because we all know that asking all the women in a cafe, or a poetry reading at a bar, to take off their clothes for a camera and if they have any "intimate" piercings or tattoos is just totally FRIENDLY... It makes women feel all appreciated and welcome and stuff...

Oh also? The tempting offer of a free copy of your poetry book in exchange for the polaroids of my naked body... not tempting at all.

Submitted by Liz Henry

Holla Back California

noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 06:08:12 PST

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The Man Who Liked Cheerleaders

Posted: 21 Nov 2006 06:40 PM CST

Hey everybody, I'm a competitive cheerleader in Southern California, and I'm a high school student. At one competition I went to, I was sitting down with my team, it was a couple hours before it was time for us to go warm up, and I saw a man sitting down, alone. I was wondering why an older man would attend a competition all by himself, when I realized that he was reading something. I thought it might be a competition program or something, but no, it was a porn magazine!

Then, to my surprise, he locks eyes with me, after noticing me staring at him. He licks his lips and says "See anything you like?" and then he winks at me. Now, I'm not one of those high school girls that looks older than usual. I look young for my age, so it's obvious that I'm a minor. I thought this man was really out of line, especially at a cheerleading competition with teams with ages ranging from 4 to 18.

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noreply@blogger.com (hollabackworld) — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 13:33:49 PST

Not so Super, Market Man
Posted: 15 Nov 2006 01:51 PM CST
Passing by the local supermarket this morning on my way to work, one of the stock guys from the market (he was wearing his smock/uniform) got altogether too close to me and called me "chula." [HB NOTE: For you nonspanish speakers, chula means sexy or hottie]. I told him to shut up, that he should concentrate on his job instead of bothering people. He just stood there and laughed. So I got out my cell phone and aimed. This guy must have some experience dodging cameras because he immediately threw his hood over his head, covered his face with one arm, and started desperately twirling around, looking for his shopping cart, trying to get away from me with his eyes covered up, keeping his face hidden. He looked like such a fool. So, I only got a lousy shot of the back of his head, but at least I got the satisfaction of watching him run and hide, like the cockroach he is.

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