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I was shopping in the health and beauty aisle on a Sunday afternoon when I heard mumbling from a fellow shopper.
I ignored it but it continued.
He followed me up and down the aisle and when I tried to walk away, he stepped in front of me and then tried to profusely apologise for doing so.
I was walking to catch the bus to work when I heard someone running behind me.
It was a man in his mid-to-late twenties who stopped when he reached me and said “good morning”.
I replied politely and he proceeded to ask me personal questions about where I worked and how I was getting there.
Once I reached some shops I excused myself and ducked into one of them.
He followed me in and told me he thought I was beautiful and would like to get my phone number.
I told him I wasn’t interested and he asked again.
He finally left.
A year and a half later I encountered this man again at the same bus stop I tried to avoid him seeing me at before. He said “good morning” and asked me where I worked.
Same pattern. I quickly jumped on my phone and started calling friends so I would have something to occupy me and so that he wouldn’t continue to talk to me.
Luckily my housemate was on the bus when it pulled up and I sat with him so this man couldn’t continue to harass me.
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.