Tag Archives: catcall

Estelle

I am so used to sexism in the streets in France that I usually give a finger to those who catcall me. Not much but I am usually too surprised/chocked that I don’t know what else to do. And sometimes I freeze. I am currently reading the everyday sexism book and it gave me the ability and confidence to respond with my words today. When being told “Ahh you are pretty”I simply responded “Oh did I asked for your opinion ?”and it felt amazing because for once I did not felt belittled and submitted.

Hailey

While walking in New Haven, CT right next to the Yale Hospital, a friend and I had gotten comments about our ass. Two days ago on Long Island, I was canvassing door to door for a possible future congresswoman-and a guy started honking his horn. It took me a minute to realize it was at me. He continued to honk then wave. It was uncomfortable. I don’t experience as many offences at some other women, but believing that it could have been worse is a part of the problem.

Annika Scourse

Why do I need feminism? I am thirteen years old. I have always had a fiery passion for feminism and people’s rights. I read ‘Girl Up’ and heard about this online project. I thought that this would be a great place to share a story which really changed me. I was walking home from a school theatre rehearsal, in full costume, when I walked past a male builder, maybe late thirties? He gave me a strange look. I’d had that before and it annoyed me, but I kept walking. Then he stopped and I heard his voice- ‘nice legs you got there. just saying. they’re gorgeous,’ . I was shocked. No one had ever said anything like that to me, I did all I could at the moment, which was keep walking forwards, tears streaming down my face. When I got home and lay sobbing into my pillow, my feelings turned from fear to pure anger. Anger at him, anger at myself. Why had I gotten so upset? People were going through so much worse every minute of every day. Did I even deserve to be affected? Also angry at myself because I hadn’t spoken out. Why not? Why had I been so terrified? Why are girls like me scared to stand up for ourselves in front of sleazy men in the streets? I know the answers to those questions, and THAT is why I need feminism.

E

I was walking down a street in my neighbourhood with my sister (Im 14, she was 18) playing pokemon go, when a car beeps. We where unsure at first if the car was beeping at us or beeping at a car, but then it starts to follow us. to be safe we turned back the way, but then the car turns round (bear in mind this was a tricky corner to turn round in again.) and starts to follow us again, so we had to run for it. my sister and i where too scared to continue walking so we just went home, feeling scared and defeated. we had been going and playing pokemon go everyday until that happened and then we stopped completely. it sucks when you can’t even escape sexism in you’re own street. 🙁

Katia

I’m 16 and when I was walking to and from work in shorts, 2 or 3 cars had beeped at me or men catcalled me. This annoyed me so much and this happens to me even when I don’t wear shorts and when i’m just casually walking in public.

Althea D.

Now I’d like to start this out by saying that I am not a woman. I am a female assigned nonbinary person (which basically is transgender but not a man either) who presents very masculine. Now, most people when they see me still assume that I’m a girl, but the way I dress and act (thankfully) doesn’t often elicit attention from guys. So when some stranger at school today blatantly hit on me as I left the building, it was a pretty big shock. I was walking out after the final bell wrang when I hear someone near me say “excuse me?” I turn around and there is a student standing by the wall looking at me. “You’re thick,” is what he says. In the moment, I just respond with a confused expression and he turns away. I turn and walk towards my bus, appalled and still slightly shocked from what had just happened. I don’t know what this guy was expecting to come out of this. Oh yes, call me thick, random stranger, let me come make out with you right here and now. I’ll miss my bus, I don’t care. Never mind the fact that I have a girlfriend, am president of the GSA, and not even a freaking woman. Is this what he was expecting? In what world has that ever happened? Anyway, thanks for listening to my story. It’s small, but after a long, stressful day, this was definitely not welcome.

Priyanka

Today my best friend and I had been revising for our second year university exams at home in our flat in Leamington Spa. We decided to take a coffee break and enjoy the sun for a while at around 4.30pm on a Sunday afternoon. We stopped for Ice Latte and Cappuccino at a new spot. I had been feeling pretty irritated at some of the comments a male friend of mine had made about me “all in banter” (of course), and was airing my grievances. My friend and I took a walk around the block before returning home, as we continued our discussion. “How do you deal with wanting to flirt with someone, even if you feel they undermining or sexualising you?” “Why is it that people assume I only got my internship because I fill some type of “quota”?” we asked one another. Ironically, as we neared the end of our walk, a young man got out of his car to ask us where the nearest Nando’s was. I politely responded and gave him the directions, whilst continuing on my way. Unbeknown to me, this man was not alone, for across the road in two others cars were a group of guys. These guys (about fifteen of them collectively) swiftly all got out of their cars, and having noticed their friend ask me for directions, took it upon themselves to begin cat-calling my friend and I. “Join us for dinner!” “Give me your Instagram!” “Let’s just follow her boys – come on lads follow her”. It felt like I had been surrounded by men in less than thirty seconds – it was like being cornered. I sensed my friend’s nerves – so joked “it’s like they’re the seagulls from Finding Nemo – Mine! Mine! Mine!” I whispered. Whilst it was true, it wasn’t funny. I think the ironic timing of this encounter made me angry enough to come here and write about what I experienced. This happens all the time and it is a small snippet of a larger problem. I’ve experienced this before, and I will experience it again. My mother has experienced it. My baby sister has experienced it. But the point it – It is not okay to shout abuse at a woman because you are part of a large group of guys. It is scary and it intimidates girls. It is as simple as that. I hope they burnt your Nando’s.

Ellie

Just walking home along a the main road near where I live. As I walk past a group of about 6/8 men, I get a ‘hello darling’ muffled other comments and then a ‘woah, yeah shake that thang’ Im just walking down the road! Leave me alone. I want to turn around to them and tell them how horrible and intimidating this is. But I’m also not willing to make myself more vulnerable. Just keep my head down and quicken my pace. Now thinking about the fact that these men are going out tonight and will probably do the same to many other women makes me feel so unbelievably angry.