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In the ten minutes it took me to ride to a friend’s place, a man on a bicycle (riding the wrong way on the sidewalk) for some reason found it necessary to wolf-whistle at me.
This was at about 8:50 am on a Tuesday morning, just around the Children’s Hospital.
I proceeded to give him the finger and he laughed at me.
Thankfully as we were traveling in opposite directions that ended the interaction.
This is one of many instances of harassment that I have experienced almost daily since returning to Melbourne.
Walking home from work I had a guy howl like a wolf at me while he drove by in a car full of his mates.
For some reason I can’t anticipate that my walk home from work (or anywhere for that matter) will be harassment free.
I wonder why that is?!
A man parked badly in front of my driveway. Reasonably but firmly I asked if he repark to ensure I could get my car out of my garage. The guy said “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me you dick head”. I called him a dickhead in return and he walked off. Moments later he returned to re park his car. But as he passed me he called me a “fucking slut”. Angry, I turned and confronted him. He screamed at me, centimetres from my face until I pushed him at which point he became physically threatening.
Event occurred at 10am on 6th Feb 2014, Errol St North Melbourne. I was crossing at the lights, carrying a coffee and muffin. Two men in a ute, stopped at the lights, yelled at me: “yeah eat fucking junk food you fat bitch”.
This was very upsetting as I had been walking along minding my own business, about to start my work day.
Met a girlfriend in the city for a movie, and headed home afterwards at night. Standing alone on the train, a male stranger snatched my Myki right out of my hand. He fumbled and dropped it on the floor. We both dove for my Myki and I roughly grabbed it back. He says he was “just messing”. (Old white man with red nose and khakis. Much bigger than me.)
I moved away from him and stayed out of his reach while waiting anxiously for the doors to unlock, and he stayed next to the doors talking at me about some girl I supposedly look like… I was not talking back, feeling very creeped out by what he was saying and focused on getting out.
I got off the train and called the cops on the way home… it felt really awkward explaining something so stupid and random.
Didn’t really care if the call was an overreaction though, I wanted to let them know there was a drunk/unstable/uninhibited guy on the train in case he did something to somebody else.
I’m glad the Myki wasn’t my main one showing my full name on it, and will be watching out in case this guy is a regular on my line.
It was my uncle’s birthday and he was celebrating it at my house. I walked down the hall to my room and there was a sixty-something year old man there. He sort of chuckled and said “Nice legs!” I wanted to scream at him, OH MY GOD! I AM ELEVEN! WHAT THE HELL?! but I was too paralysed, I guess. So I just glared at his back and went into my room.
Walking home from train the train in Coburg & I had a care full of men all roll down their windows and stare at me. Then they started yelling offensive things. A few minutes later and while crossing the road I had a man in another car stare at me then lick his lips.
Unfortunately this is a regular occurrence occurrence now on my walk home from the tram or train. Sydney Road seems to be full of creepy, rude, gross men who think it’s ok to yet out and verbal harass women walking home.
Makes me feel ill to my stomach on a daily basis.
‘Twas the Friday before Christmas and all through the street, the men they were leering and ogling me.
I walked down Bridge Rd, past a large group of drunk men outside a pub this afternoon. I actually had to weave through them all to get past, and as I did they started calling out to me.
I was carrying a Christmas present, one of them said “I’ve got a present for you..” while the others laughed.
I ignored them.
And so this is Christmas…