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I woke up on a Saturday morning and realized I was out of eggs, so I drove over to the next holler to buy some from a neighbor. I had just thrown on my muck boots with what I had worn to bed, so I was wearing an odd combination of baggy sweater, leggings, and big muddy boots, but nothing too out of the ordinary for my neck of the woods. I got out of the car and knocked on the door. Around the time that I was noticing that no one was home, a gigantic white truck pulled into the driveway. The driver, a man with gray hair dressed in full camo (deer season had just started), rolled down the window and shouted, “Nobody’s home?” I walked closer, confirmed, and asked if he knew a time when they were likely to be home. He said no. I walked back to the porch to set down the stack of empty egg cartons I had brought to give back and could feel his stare on my ass as he started to drive off. I got back in my car, and he changed course to back up, roll his window back down, and say, “I just want you to know, you’re a real sweetheart.” I know that doesn’t sound too creepy, but I was thoroughly creeped out by his tone and expression. I’m pretty sure what he really meant was, “You got a real nice ass.”
Yesterday I was walking past the Trisolini Gallery in Baker on my way to the Women’s Center. The art caught my eye so I stepped in to have a quick peek. There was a guy in there walk around in circles not looking at the art. I wasn’t immediately concerned about him, but I could tell that the girl sitting at the table staffing the gallery was watching him uncomfortably. I looked at the art for a little while, and when I got about half way through the room, he walked up to me, leaned in close, and said sort of creepily, “So, what brings you here?” I took a step back, which I know you’re not supposed to do, and politely answered his question with some mindless babble about the art catching my eye as I was walking by, and I went back to looking at the art, trying to make it very clear with my body language that I was not interested in talking with him further. He went back to pacing around. I looked at the girl at the table. She was nervously watching him. I considered saying something to her, but was nervous that he would overhear. I left and felt bad about not doing anything, so on my way out, I stopped by the Event Services desk, told the student worker there that the girl working the Trisolini table seemed really uncomfortable with a guy that’s in there pacing around awkwardly. I asked him to go check on her, ask if she needs anything. He said he would and got up to go do it. I hope she felt supported by this.
This occurrence was on the sidewalk outside of the Union. A really mean and drunk(?) metal head started accusing me of being a narc and was very close to slugging me.
The most frightening experience ever. Fortunately my car was close by and I jumped in and l locked the doors.
I refuse to stay home and miss music groups because I am an “old woman” and out of place in some venues.
During the Athens Halloween Block Party last weekend I was walking towards my house around 1am when I passed
two college aged guys and overheard one of them say to the other, “That bitch doesn’t want to come to the party,
I’m gonna have to bag her.” The two guys then got in a car and drove through the alley and pulled into the path
of a woman who was quickly walking up the street. The guys were trying to convince the woman to get into their
car. Having overheard their prior conversation I decided to hang around and make it apparent that there would be a witness to their behavior. At that point the woman noticed me there and called out “Sir, could I walk with you?” I said “Of course” and the two of us headed up the street and the two guys in the car didn’t follow. I walked her to her car and she asked me to pray for her. I asked her if she was ok to drive and she said yes, so I went home.
Some time in the 90s I attended the Halloween Block Party as some sort of tribal warrior of my own invention. I was wearing a grass skirt and a headdress that I made myself. The headdress was made out of grape vines and small animal bones and other natural items I had found in the woods. It covered my whole face. I was walking down Fern Street, away from the block party and toward my friends’ house where a party was going on when two guys ran up behind me, one on each side. They put their hands under my armpits and lifted me off the ground. I was laughing the whole time thinking these were my friends from the party, and they were just playing some sort of joke on me. Then they carried me behind a rental and threw me down on the ground next to some trash cans. One of them leap on top of me and pinned my arms down with his knees. He reached up and pulled the headdress off of my head, revealing my beard and my full on man face. At this point he yelled, “F@#K!” and jumped up and he and his friend ran away. I lay on the ground and was struck by the notion that if I had been a woman I would have just been raped by two men next to some trash cans.
On October 15th, Hollaback! and Cornell University released the first ever international survey on street harassment. Since its launch, we’ve already had over 100 respondents, but we need to hear from you, whether or not you’ve been harassed!
Additionally, our team of Ohio University Anthropology students has created a community perceptions survey, that will allow you to share your perceptions of our local site.
Complete the Cornell survey! We want to know your experiences – whether or not you’ve been harassed.
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Share these surveys with your friends! Send these links on to others who may or may not be familiar with the movement. The more respondents – of all genders – the better!
The survey asks about demographics, experiences with harassment, reactions to it, and other questions. It’s completely anonymous. Summary reports and press releases for the Cornell study can be expected early in 2015.
We know that data drives change – and with these new surveys, we hope that individuals will know what street harassment is, know its effects, and know how to find support. We believe this could be the largest survey on street harassment yet, but we need your help. Fill them out and share the survey today!
– Hollaback Appalachian Ohio!
I would like to apologize for my preemptive use of the word “asshole” to address you tonight. That was a primarily instinctive response. Having calmed now, I realize that in that moment I had no way of knowing if you were indeed an asshole or merely misinformed.
You see, when you yelled “shake that ass girl” so loudly that anyone with two blocks of you could understand your message, I was instantly put into a state of shock. There has been so much attention on sexual harassment in the last year within our community that I honestly believed everyone was on the same page about catcalling being inappropriate and unwanted. Yelling “That’s catcalling, asshole” across the street to you happened before I even had time to process the words. I am not usually one for public confrontation, so I must attribute my vehement response to the surprise of your blatant transgression. As already stated, I would like to apologize for my use of the word ‘asshole’ at that time.
Having apologized, I would like to clarify that I DO indeed think that you and your friends are assholes now. Instead of recognizing that catcalling is unwelcome in this community, you proceeded to show even brighter ass stripes by creating a chorus of “sluts,” “show us your tits,” “whore,” and a variety of other standard sexual harassment slurs. Your original comment was not directed at me, but these were. Those words were specifically designed to punish me and remind me that I am not supposed to openly challenge your masculinity. Well I call bullshit. The woman you yelled at about her ass did not give you any positive attention, nor did any of the other women on the street at that time. If you are indeed all heterosexual males operating with the expectation that getting laid affirms your masculinity, then your effort failed utterly and absolutely. I doubt it has ever worked for you or a man on this campus. This means that you can’t even use masculinity to justify your actions.
All this says to me you are an asshole who likes yelling at other people on the street. Please consider this a not-so-friendly PSA that I and the majority of this town, campus, and community find your behavior unacceptable. I may have been wrong to call you an asshole at first, but you deserve it now.
I was just walking passed the Junction and a guy started coming at me saying, “Hey, you Miss. You. You Miss.” My eyes widened, I shook my head no, and started walking quickly up W State toward Tony’s. They guy followed my very closely for about a block saying, “I know stalking people on the street is against the law, but you look like a Germanic Warrior, and I need to hire you to kill some people.” I just looked straight ahead and kept walking. Some acquaintances were sitting on the bench outside Tony’s and asked what that guy was saying to me. I told them. They said they didn’t know him but they didn’t like the other guy that was with him.