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After leaving school due to being extremely ill I had to make the ten minute walk home up the road.
In the space of that walk I was street harassed three times by three different men in three different cars.
Usually I can get over such incidents with ease, however today in my sleep deprived flu driven state I felt especially vulnerable as a pedestrian walking along a busy road.
I am sick of being victimised by men who feel that they are entitled to be as loud, arrogant and harmful as they want in public spaces.
I’m seventeen years old, does the school logo emblazoned across my chest not give you reason enough to think twice about projecting your sexual desires and privilege on to an underage school girl?
Not to say that harassment of any sort is acceptable no matter how old the victim is. I’m frustrated at the age that girls start being subjected to this dehumanising treatment.
I was walking to the train station, when a teenager ran past me and wolf whistled.
I was annoyed but not as irritated until two grown men (construction workers) working on changing the station both walked past me, looked me up and down and whistled right to me face…then actually looked confused when I looked furious.
It is not flattering, it is not wanted and I have every right to show you that I-am-not-happy.
Since when did going for a dog walk, wearing converse, tracksuit pants and a sloppy joe attract so much unwanted male attention?
As I’m walking through the sydney suburb of Vaucluse, I get beeped by 2 men in a truck, the usual rich 20 something with a mate in the golf that daddy bought him.
Pretty pissed off at this point, I think did I forget to wear pants?
Is there something on my face?
But the heckling doesn’t stop then I get wolf-whistled at from more rich boys in a Golf and just to top it off when I’m really pissed off I’m told to “get back here” by more 20 somethings in a pair.
In my opinion I should be able to walk down my street dressed in barely nothing without attracting the easterns suburbs paired creeps.
However to the males of Vaucluse this is not the case and I arrive home feeling really grumpy and checking in the mirror whether or not there are holes in my pants.
I know it’s just small things, but no one should have to feel this way, not in Melbourne, Sydney or anywhere.
A friend and I walked past a man on Sydney Rd, near Hope St corner.
He said ‘hello girls‘ in a really sleazy voice, followed by ‘be careful, you know where you are‘.
Whether it was reference to what happened to Jill or to the recent spate of sexual assaults in that area, it was a totally unnecessary and scary comment.
I was so shocked that I didn’t say anything, but wish I could have told him to fuck off.
Having spent 18 hours in bed with the flu, I managed to get myself to the doctor and the chemist.
I went for a quick walk while I was waiting for my medication to be dispensed and as I passed a man on the street he asked me, “Want sex?”
I stopped and turned to make sure I’d heard correctly.
He was standing behind me with a sleazy grin, awaiting my response. I gave him the most disgusted look I could muster and went back to the chemist.
Thanks for making a shitty day worse, creep.
Walking past the construction site on my street, a tradie stepped towards me.
He held out his walkie talkie.
A wolf whistle sound came through it, followed by laughter.
They had actually bothered to harass me long distance.
Riding from Brunswick to footscray: 2 car horns & then I park my bike and get ‘sexy lady’ yelled @ me.
I didn’t respond because I’m having a bad day and felt that if I did, I might completely lose my shit.
I had been listening on my ride to the 3cr woman on the line episode on Hollaback.
Glad to learn of this forum to share. Sick of being judged.
Getting calls and hoots when riding a bike feels very unsafe and disorientates me. I have been slapped on the arse by a moving cars before.
Recently the team from Hollaback! Melbourne were invited to attend a preview performance of Adrienne Truscott’s Asking For It: A One Woman Rape About Comedy Starring Her Pussy & Little Else as part of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. One of our subscribers, Marney Phillips wrote a reflection on the performance.
“I have been to comedy gigs before where nobody laughed and it gets pretty damn uncomfortable. Adrienne Truscott’s ‘Asking For It’ wasn’t one of those- people were laughing, loudly, all around me. It was a funny and clever show.
Honestly though, it was my most uncomfortable audience experience to date. I think I just felt really weird laughing at rape jokes- even when they were subversive.
It’s a hard show to summarise for me but here is my best effort- part stand up, part monologue, part grenade-toss into the audience.
Adrienne has woven quick wit, physical comedy and an engaging story-telling style into a brave and provocative performance. She uses her half-naked self as a comedic tool, a political statement and a projection screen.
She has a disarming, almost quaint way of engaging with her audience (a bit like a Play School presenter at times) but there is nothing quaint about the content.
This show is an intelligent response to some pretty unintelligent moments in politics and the media on the topic of rape.
Adrienne manages to be sarcastic without seeming hostile, be naked without seeming vulnerable and, at least on the night I saw her, handle front row, crotch-height hecklers with elegance.
I didn’t laugh out loud, more likely I had a nervous smile plastered on my face the whole time. But I was impressed. I will be going back a second time to see if I can handball the grenades to someone else and just enjoy the show.”
Adrienne Truscott’s Asking For It: A One-Lady Rape About Comedy Starring Her Pussy & Little Else is on at The Portland Hotel as part of MICF until April 20th.