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Hollaback is a movement to end street harassment powered by a network of local activists around the world. Hollaback has teamed up with Cornell University’s ILR School professor Beth Livingston to study the experiences and impacts of street harassment internationally, through cooperation with many of Hollaback’s local activism sites, including Halifax.
There is a grown man, 35+? who rides his bicycle on the side walk around spring garden and the surrounding streets, who twice has rode up behind me and let out a yell, and rides on, looking back frequently. I never wear skirts or revealing clothes (not that this SHOULD matter because it should not), and I don’t engage back… He has his face semi-covered by his bike helmet, and sometimes converses with other people on Spring Garden Road, outside of the McDonald’s area. I don’t know what he wants or what to do. And I am sorry if this is happening to you too! GROW UP 35+
This is back when I was only twelve/eleven years old.
I, my twin sister and older sister were all on a bus. It was getting somewhat late and we were just planning to go watch a movie and pick up something for dinner. It wasn’t too long of a bus drive but what I did catch onto after a few minutes was this man (probably in his thirties) was staring directly at my twin sister with a big, creepy smile on his face. Now, even though we were twelve, my twin had quite the big bust on her and long, wavy hair and curves. I myself had my hair pixie cut and was wearing thick layers, so I looked boyish. No matter how much of a glare I sent towards the man, he just wouldn’t stop. I had to put my arm around my sister for the whole ride until he got the idea that I wasn’t taking shit from him.
This is happened on more than one occasion with men of different ages, and we were TWELVE! My older sister hadn’t noticed because she was busy on the phone, but it indeed happened and it STILL happens. As much as I want to say something, I’m always too nervous, I’ve got the worst social anxiety. Though I’ve been on my guard now to make sure me and my sister stays safe. Be careful out there! there are some creepy, starer’s out there, and even some gropers, which should be avoided! hopefully men will get the idea that staring at people because you think they look ‘hot’ is gross and disrespectful.
I was walking home when I was approached by this guy. He was around my age, I think (16). He came up to me and wrapped his hands around me and asked what my name was. I told him it was Angie and he said his name was Tristan. He then asked if I found him attractive and I didn’t know what to do he was like fondling me so I said yeah I guess so and then he asked if he could kiss me. I said no but he proceeded to kiss my mouth, my cheek, my jaw and while he was squeezing me against him. I kept trying to push him away but he was holding me really tight so I just shoved him off and walked away without looking back.
I was walking home late one night alone, minding my own business when a man who had been sitting on a set of steps outside a house grabbed me by my hips, pulling me toward him and groping me. I yelled for him to let go of me, and while I was struggling he said “you shouldn’t be wearing yoga pants if you’re not looking to get some”, among other disgusting thing while a few guys nearby stood and laughed. Once I was free of his grasp (after use of significant force) I hurried on my way with my head down but the man trailed about 20 metres behind me, insisting that I was a “whore” and a “cunt” and other expletives until I finally lost him.
I considered calling the police but the last time I tried to phone in harassment I wasn’t taken seriously, adding insult to injury.
Having the other men stand by and laugh was one of the things that bothered me most about it. If I hadn’t been able to struggle out of the man’s grasp would they still have stood by?
I was casually walking to the laundromat to change my laundry over when this car drives by and SCREAMS something (pretty sure I heard the word whore). I am used to this, but it was louder than usually and was offputting (as usual). What struck me was a girl inside heard it too, and we bonded over the fact that this happens ALL THE TIME.
Part of the annoying part is you can rarely ever hear what they’re saying which makes it pointless… But it really sucks that all females have this “bond” in that we’re used to being screamed at randomly on the streets for no reason…
My co-worker is 19 and lives in an apartment with her 20yr old friend. She told me yesterday that a few months ago one of them noticed a man standing in the wooded area behind their building staring at them. They thought it was creepy but just let it go. Last Friday, my co-worker was awoken by her room mate because the same man was standing right outside their apartment building staring at her while pleasuring himself. They did call the police but at this point they don’t know anything. Just wanted to let people know in the Clayton Park area.
Calling all cool cats, fat cats, tom cats, felines, and familiars. We’re hissing at street harassment and sexualized violence and saying no more will we feel unsafe walking, running, rolling, skating, and strolling in our city. No more will we allow a culture which tells us that cat calls are just compliments. That we should be flattered by yelling, stalking and other forms of violence. That we should fear verbal or physical abuse when we do not ‘appropriately’ respond to barking, jeering, and objectifying statements just to be told it is our fault for being out on the street. We’re saying stop it, meow!
Join Avalon Sexual Assault Centre and Hollaback! Halifax for a rolling revolution tour of the city to show your support for victims and survivors of street harassment and sexualized violence and to reclaim spaces of reported street violence. Join us and support by wearing your best pair of whiskers, ears, and tails or just bring your best pair of wheels to roll with us. We encourage decorating bikes, skates, rolling chairs, scooters and any other forms of transportation in turquoise, the colour of sexual violence awareness.
All supporters welcome. All Ages, All Genders.
Wheeled participation is optional; the revolution will roll at a pace that people on foot can keep up with.
Use the social media hashtag #CatsGlareBack to follow the event online.
4pm – Victoria Park: Material making and set up (come join us!)
6pm – Victoria Park: Welcome
615pm – Rolling Tour begins down Spring Garden Road
620pm – FIRST STOP: Spring Garden and Brunswick Street – Spoken word by Deirdre Lee
640pm – SECOND STOP: Sackville and South Park Street – Spoken word by Rebecca Faria
650pm – THIRD STOP: Citadel High School – Spoken word by Des Adams
715pm – END: Mi’kmaw Native Friendship Centre: Closing speeches by Glen Canning, Jude Ashburn, Sisters in Spirit and Fyre Jean Graveline
730pm – 830pm – Reception (food provided by the Loaded Ladle)