I stopped street harassment TWICE in 24hrs!
Hello I am co-founder of this site and I thought I should post my experiences over the past weekend as they are totally positive! Its not over the top to say that I stopped street harassment in its tracks not once, but TWICE!
On Saturday night I got the train back to Mytholmroyd, my husband stood up to get off and was quite a bit ahead of me. I was faffing about with my bag or something when a man said to me `come on love, cheer up, smile` not that I had a sad face at the time I dont think (not that its any of his business really how my face is) I just looked straight at him and said `Don’t tell me what to do` he just looked at me and looked out of the window. RESULT! I felt very proud.
The second experience was Sunday afternoon in Halifax town centre, I was crossing the road to meet my friends to watch some Roller Derby, dressed normally for a Sunday, in a dress, leggings, boots, coat. I was stopped from crossing by traffic and I looked up to see a car with four men in it, they all looked at me in what I would decsribe as a leary manner and one wound the windown down. It was one of those, `oh bloody hell its going to happen` moments. The one in the front passenger seat was looking right at me and opened his mouth and I dont know where it came from but I pulled the most `I dont think so Mr` face (maybe you would describe it as `fierce’) and slowly shook my head looking right at him. He saw me doing this, shut his mouth and rolled the window back up. Stopped right in his harassment tracks!
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This also reminds me of a time I was about 14 I was walking down the street with my mum, a car stopped at the traffic lights full of young men and one in the back seat wound down the window and shouted “Get your bitch tits out for us…..” before recognising me (I’m ashamed to say they were actually friends of mine) and ending with an unenthusiastic “…oh Georgia”… knowing that they had been caught! The next time I saw them I informed them that they had told my mother to ‘get her bitch tits out’ and they were very embarrassed and told me they would not hassle women on the street again.