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I’m on the go station right now and this man asked me if the train were waiting for goes to his stop. I said it did and he was waiting for the right train. I was friendly because I’m in a good mood and he seemed easy going, he then gets on the train and sits right near me and stares at me the whole time were on the train. I asked him to stop staring because it made me uncomfortable and he got up and moved to another seat. Ugh.
I was walking at yonge and Dundas and two men walking towards approached and said things like Bonita and hello baby and stuff before blocking my way to get past them. I had to even walk on Dundas street, super busy at rush hour, just to get by and keep walking.
I was riding my bike along upper paradise towards stone church when two construction workers cat called at me. I told them that I would report them to the company on their van for harassing a member of the community. They did not look pleased.
I was cycling home from work and was at the chedoke golf course and a man riding his bike the other direction hissed at me and reached for my bike as if to grab me or my bike. Wtf right. So I shouted “what the fuck are you doing, asshole”.
I was running the Kenilworth stairs along mountain brow yesterday and I was taking a little break at the top, the stairs made me winded, I was running, etc.
3 young men on bikes ride by and first, leer. Like staring for a while leering. Then two of them yell WOOOOOOO! as they rode by. I was close enough that I could tell them to consider going to fuck themselves.
One was so appalled that I would respond to their harassment, and swear at them the way I did that he ran into a tree and fell off his bike. I proceeded to enjoy my workout – and thanked those douchbags in my head for forcing me to run faster and harder the next few sets out of anger.
Pushing a stroller laden with groceries and a baby. Guy drives up slowly and asks if he can give me a ride home. I politely decline.
Him: Are you sure? Can I have your number?
Me: No, thank you.
Him: Can I have it?
Him: *drives away.*
Really, guy? In your car, asking a pedestrian for her number? Never mind that she had a BABY?
My friends and I were walking down York after having a great night of sushi and a truck full of guys yell at us. Like, hollering, shouting. “Woooooo!”. Kind of bullshit.
So I yelled “FUCK YOU!” and continued on with my conversation with my friends as we laughed at the assholes who yelled crap at us.
By the way, the truck had trucknuts so I know they are douchebags.
Leaving the gym, I’m tired, sweaty, my phones not working, etc. So I’m a bit meh. Then as I walk outside, two men are standing right at the door smoking their damn cigarellos which by the way you can’t even smoke that close to a door. So then one of them says something about my jacket covering up too much and seeing whats underneath. I give him the death stare, call the gym and let them know about the creepers outside and how if this is a safe space, they might want to have them removed from the property.