Street Harassment Fashion


FOREWARNING: This blog contains NSFW language and TRIGGERING CONTENT. I will not be censoring the slurs, so please be very aware and consider this before proceeding. Some of this stuff will be difficult to read, and this whole blog will likely be triggery, so consider this your TRIGGER WARNING.

I'm sick of hearing that women must somehow be "asking for it", when it comes to street harassment. No, I was NOT asking for it, and neither was anyone else, NO MATTER WHAT WE WERE WEARING OR NOT WEARING. EVEN IF WE ARE COMPLETELY NAKED, WE DON'T DESERVED TO BE HARASSED. It is 100% the responsibility of the harasser to NOT HARASS, regardless of ANY variable. To demonstrate that our clothing choices are varied and are not a factor when it comes to street harassment, here are examples of what we were wearing when we were harassed.

To learn more about street harassment and how to stop it, visit:
stopstreetharassment.org
ihollaback.org

And, for you dudez who just want to introduce yourselves to a stranger-woman while out-and-about, read Schrödinger’s Rapist to gain some understanding as to why we give you the coldest of shoulders.

If you have your own stories of street harassment that you would like to share on this blog, please send an email to streetharassmentfashion@gmail.com. You will remain anonymous unless you otherwise specify, and I will obscure the faces in every submitted picture for safety. Please include details such as the Date, Time of Day, General Location (not your city/state or anything, but the general "where": grocery store, at work, on the bus, at the library, in a bar, in the halls at school, wherever), and the Specifics of the Encounter (what happened, what was said, how it made you feel, etc.) along with anything else you'd like to add. Hopefully, none of you will ever have anything to submit, but if you do, it will be helpful to document, and it will probably feel cathartic to share.

Be safe everyone.

Mindbleach:
Maru
WATCH THE DOG
Frog Fractions
ZooBorns


WTF @ liquor stores

Ok, so, there are two main liquor stores within walking distance of my home, and I frequent both often. There is a different man at each one who makes unsolicited comments about my appearance, they are both very aggressive with their “flirting”, and they both very obviously feel entitled when it comes to women (or maybe just when it comes to me?).

The creepier, older man always comments on my outfit or my body, “Sexy dress, did you wear it for me?” or, “Why do you look so beautiful today? Turn around, let me get a good look at you.” The younger, less creepy, but still entitled and inappropriate man at the other store tries to get more personal with it. He’s asked me numerous times where I work, what I do for a living, where I live, whether or not I “party”, etc. If he were a classmate or a coworker or something, those questions would be fine, but I don’t even know this dude’s NAME. The only thing I know about him is that he works at a liquor store—WHY would I tell him ANYTHING about myself?

Anyways, so last night the younger one went really weird on me. Weirder than usual: I was making dinner, but forgot the wine, so I threw on a parka to cover up my loungewear and jammed my feet in some boots, then hopped in my car and drove down the block to the liquor store where the younger dude works (that lot is not as sketchy as the other store’s lot). I ran in real quick, grabbed a bottle of wine, then went to the register. I am always nice and friendly to cashiers everywhere, so I asked him how he was while he rang me up. He said, get this: “I’m doing fine. I was just waiting for you." WTF. I gave a "whoa buddy, what the hell?!" look, and was like, "Uhhhhhh-" and before I could even really respond, he asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?" All I could say was, "Uh, excuse me?" Because I couldn’t believe he actually asked that. He repeated himself, "Do you have a boyfriend?" What the hell. "Uhm, why do you need to know that?" "I’m just asking a QUESTION! Do you have a boyfriend?"
"…………..Yeah."

The he handed me my wine and said to me, “Well, in that case, you are banned from this store.”

"…Are you for real?"

"Is your boyfriend for real?"

"…Yes."

"Then you are banned from this store for real."

What the heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllllll????????? I didn’t want to make a scene or anything at all, so I just took my shit and left, but seriously, WHAT THE HEEEELLLLLLL?


1) What the hell?

2) WTF I DON’T KNOW YOU

3) Did he think that all the times I was being COURTEOUS and NICE, that I was actually hitting on him? And now that it turns out I’m not single, I was leading him on?

4) Holy shit, boundaries? I bet he doesn’t ask every customer their relationship status.

5) Really? I’m really banned from the store? Seriously? What the hell?

6) How fucking ENTITLED are you dude? I’m unavailable/no longer of use to you, so therefore I’m not welcome?

I bet this is the type of dude who whines about the “friendzone” and “creepshaming”.

So whatever, I can shop somewhere else, no big deal, but what the HELL is WRONG with this dude?

Has anyone else ever experienced weird fucking entitlement shit from random dudes while you’re out and about? I mean, in addition to regular street harassment? I think we can all agree that street harassment in GENERAL stems from the idea that women, women’s bodies, and women’s attention are all kind of public property that men are entitled to, but this instance just took it to a whole ‘nother level for me.

— 1 year ago with 50 notes
#misogyny  #feminism  #street harassment  #rape culture 

If men experienced street harassment the way women do, I’m sure shit would change REAL FAST.

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKzjsau61eA

— 1 year ago with 109 notes
#street harassment  #feminism  #rape culture  #misogny 

Hey followers. No image today, sorry, but I do have a pretty gross story to tell.

I’ve been going on walks/jogs lately (finally working off the holiday flab!), and yesterday I experienced some ridiculous harassment/assault.

I was walking through my neighborhood like normal, around dusk (it’s hot here, so the cooler hours are much more pleasant for outdoor exercising). On the tail-end of my walk, a man grabbed me from behind (I don’t know if he was hiding, or he snuck up on me?) into a bearhug, and kissed me on my neck, while whispering into my ear, “mami, bonita.”

It was absolutely revolting.

I elbowed him in the ribs and that was enough to throw him off-guard for me to get away. I ran home as fast as I could, looking over my shoulder the whole way to make sure he wasn’t following me. :(

Today, I purchased this keychain to take with me on walks. I won’t be going alone again until it arrives.


Stay safe, everyone.


<3 Ellis

— 1 year ago with 16 notes
Date: 11/17/13
Time of Day: 4:45pm
Where: On a walk in my neighborhood
Specifics: A dudebro in a junky lifted pickup truck slowed and honked at me, then circled around the block, to catch me and honk at me again. THREE TIMES.

Date: 11/17/13

Time of Day: 4:45pm

Where: On a walk in my neighborhood

Specifics: A dudebro in a junky lifted pickup truck slowed and honked at me, then circled around the block, to catch me and honk at me again. THREE TIMES.

— 1 year ago with 10 notes
#misogyny  #street harassment  #rape culture  #feminism 
A Letter to the Guy Who Harassed Me Outside the Bar →

This is a REALLY good read. This paragraph, in particular, is extremely relevant to me personally, and to StreetHarassmentFashion:

Do you want to know the saddest part? When I started this essay describing my Friday night, I almost included descriptions of what my roommate and I were wearing. I almost mentioned that we were casually dressed, that our clothes weren’t revealing, that neither of us was drunk. I almost fell into the trap of proving to you how undeserving we were of harassment and I’m embarrassed to admit that to you now. That’s how easy it is to go into victim mode, how easy it is to absorb the lesson that you are somehow responsible for unwanted attention, for harassment, even for assault. No one is deserving of your behavior.

I am not 100% sure how I feel in response to this regarding StreetHarassmentFashion. I absolutely agree that our clothing/dress/style/etc. is IRRELEVANT RE our harassment, and that’s what this tumblr aims to showcase, BUT, by showcasing this, is SHF succumbing to victimhood? Is this an acknowledgement of our victimhood, and should we reject that victimhood? Or is this an assertion that: NO! We are not to blame. The people who harass others are 100% responsible. To back up a few sentences: Is SHF made irrelevant by acknowledging that our clothing/dress/style ect. does not factor in to our harassment? Thoughts? Input? I plan to continue contributing and maintaining SHF, but I DO think this is worthwhile to discuss. Please, tell me what you think. If you are unable to comment on this post (for whatever reason), then please don’t hesitate to email your thoughts to me at streetharassmentfashion@gmail.com.

(Source: streetharassment-nyc)

— 1 year ago with 29 notes
Date: 01/15/13
Time of Day: 3pm
Where: On a walk in my neighborhood
Specifics: An man slowed his car, honked at me, and shouted, &#8220;DYKE&#8221; as he drove by.

Date: 01/15/13

Time of Day: 3pm

Where: On a walk in my neighborhood

Specifics: An man slowed his car, honked at me, and shouted, “DYKE” as he drove by.

— 1 year ago with 19 notes
#feminism  #street harassment  #misogyny  #rape culture 
Date: 01/14/13
Time of Day: 3-4pm
Where: Grocery store and liquor store
Specifics: A man followed me around the grocery store during my entire shopping trip, and hissed/whistled/catcalled EVERY TIME I either leaned over, reached for something on a high shelf, or bent down to get something on a low shelf.
Later, at the liquor store, a man leered at me as I walked in, then stepped inside after me, and kept an eye on me the whole time I was there (less than five minutes). He stepped back outside as I was checking out, and as I left the store, he leered at me again. I said, &#8220;Please stop looking at me like that,&#8221; and he said, &#8220;Fuck you. Don&#8217;t flatter yourself, bitch.&#8221;
P.S. Sorry for the absence. Holidays + illness has had me out of it, and spending most of my time at home. I haven&#8217;t encountered much harassment lately, and fortunately no one else has sent me any submissions lately either. But I am still here, and I guess today proves that I&#8217;m still ~worthy~ of being harassed. Sigh. I&#8217;m still open to sharing your stories as well: streetharassmentfashion@gmail.com
&lt;3 Ellis

Date: 01/14/13

Time of Day: 3-4pm

Where: Grocery store and liquor store

Specifics: A man followed me around the grocery store during my entire shopping trip, and hissed/whistled/catcalled EVERY TIME I either leaned over, reached for something on a high shelf, or bent down to get something on a low shelf.

Later, at the liquor store, a man leered at me as I walked in, then stepped inside after me, and kept an eye on me the whole time I was there (less than five minutes). He stepped back outside as I was checking out, and as I left the store, he leered at me again. I said, “Please stop looking at me like that,” and he said, “Fuck you. Don’t flatter yourself, bitch.”

P.S. Sorry for the absence. Holidays + illness has had me out of it, and spending most of my time at home. I haven’t encountered much harassment lately, and fortunately no one else has sent me any submissions lately either. But I am still here, and I guess today proves that I’m still ~worthy~ of being harassed. Sigh. I’m still open to sharing your stories as well: streetharassmentfashion@gmail.com

<3 Ellis

— 1 year ago with 20 notes
#feminism  #street harassment  #rape culture  #misogyny 
goldenheartedrose:

johnwatsonswindmachine:

nethilia:

murdorito:

ankankimatank:

dollymacabre:

mszombi:

fleurdulys:

The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze
1874

I know that feel, Painting Lady. 

My bus ride to and from work every day.

They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.

Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE

Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.
She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.
Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.
What an insufferable dick.
At least I’m not the only one who saw this.

I’m reblogging myself to add some comments from my mom. She’s a docent at the Portland Art Museum, and I wanted to see her take on this painting, given her art/art history knowledge. She said: 
“Just looking at it I’d say she’s recently lost her parent(s). She’s traveling alone and is waiting in a station that would be considered too “rough” for a lady in high standing. The crates around her, even the behavior of the man would indicate she’s in a rough part of town. Also, there’s a tear on her face, so not only is she grieving a loss, she’s grieving a loss of position and safety in the world.”

Reblogging for that comment right there.

goldenheartedrose:

johnwatsonswindmachine:

nethilia:

murdorito:

ankankimatank:

dollymacabre:

mszombi:

fleurdulys:

The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze

1874

I know that feel, Painting Lady. 

My bus ride to and from work every day.

They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.

Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE

Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.

She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.

Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.

What an insufferable dick.

At least I’m not the only one who saw this.

I’m reblogging myself to add some comments from my mom. She’s a docent at the Portland Art Museum, and I wanted to see her take on this painting, given her art/art history knowledge. She said: 

“Just looking at it I’d say she’s recently lost her parent(s). She’s traveling alone and is waiting in a station that would be considered too “rough” for a lady in high standing. The crates around her, even the behavior of the man would indicate she’s in a rough part of town. Also, there’s a tear on her face, so not only is she grieving a loss, she’s grieving a loss of position and safety in the world.”

Reblogging for that comment right there.

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— 1 year ago with 96226 notes
#street harassment  #misogyny  #feminism  #rape culture