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What did you say?!

I was out w/ my bf and his friends when I all the sudden started feeling overwhelmed and tired (it was late and I had a rough week). So I told my bf I’m gonna head back home alone and will text him once I’m back. Once at the station, I get up to the train platform, and I immediately see that a guy on his phone has spotted me. He was talking on the phone at a normal volume, at first. But once he spotted me he started acting all dominant on the phone by raising his voice unnecessarily excessively and swearing at whoever he was talking to on the phone – all because he saw me and was instantly transformed into a “tough guy”, I guess? I didn’t like what I saw, so I immediately turned around and walked behind the staircase where he couldn’t see me. Well, he got off the phone and followed me! I could tell he was drunk, and he started slurring and mumbling words to me, but I didn’t understand him, nor expect him to follow me or try to make a conversation with me in the state that he was in. But I could tell he was hitting on me… because he had already obviously followed me to where I went. At this point I had enough and shouted “FUCK OFF!!”. He called me a “skinny bitch”, gave me a nasty look and walked away.

One other thing that I’d like to share – I legitimately walk around with resting bitch face on purpose when I am in public, especially when I am alone. I believe that this is my natural defense mechanism against most people, especially men who do things like this to women!

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Is it so hard to mind your own business?

I had errands to run in town before my orchestra rehearsal, and I didn’t want to leave my instrument in the car, so I slung my violin case over my shoulder and went along my business. I’ve been playing the violin for years so I’ve become kind of oblivious to the fact that that’s not something people normally carry around with themselves, and honestly it doesn’t bother me. I happened to be wearing a pair of boots with heels that day (not very high heels, but still heels), and as I was walking out of the parking lot a man yelled out “fancy!” in a mocking tone as he drove past me. It took me a second to register what had happened but if my reflexes had been any quicker I know I would have wheeled around and flicked him off.

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“How much?”

I was walking home a few years ago around midnight when an SUV full of teenage boys pulled up to me as I was about to cross the street. “How much?” One of them asked. I glared at him and kept walking faster. I did make it home but I should have taken down the license plate and called the police.

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Creepy CTA driver.

As I was boarding a bus, the driver said, “I like how you stopped the bus, showing a little leg.” I said, “No I don’t understand,” twice while paying my fare. I then moved as far away from the driver as possible. It´s my right to wear anything I want without comments like that. I’ve been taking this bus for 15 years no problem. Hopefully this won’t happen again.

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Commuter derail.

A guy on a bike slapped my ass HARD as I was walking to the metra.

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Verbal harassment from entire group

My group of friends were walking me home late on a Friday night. We were in a residential area with fewer street lights, and a large SUV pulled up next to us with men screaming at us. They continued to drive next to us and shout vulgar invitations until we reached a more crowded intersection. I made sure my friends texted me later when they got home safe.

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Happy Monday…

I was walking East on Cortland, my usual route to catch the Metra. I typically see lots of runners/bikers in the morning, but it was cold and not a lot of people were out. I heard a bike coming up behind me so I moved over on the sidewalk so he could pass, but he decided to slap my ass HARD instead. I yelled at him but he sped off quickly. I was FURIOUS. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt with the hood up, smaller build, but not exactly sure about height being that he was on a bike. His bike was a shorter BMX style bike and lighter in color- silver or white. Great way to start the week.

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Entitled “good guy” is the worst.

This weekend, I went out dancing with my friends to our favorite spot.
While I was standing with a group of girls, a man walked by me and grabbed me and my friend’s butts, a whole palm squeeze.
I chased after him and verbally confronted him, yelling in his face he didn’t get to walk around touching women without consent.
I was pretty badly shaken up, and went to say goodbye to my friends, when I saw him standing at the bar with a group of people. I pointed him out to my friend, who walked up to them and told his friends what he had done.
One of the girls he was with told us they were all “good people” and were just trying to have fun.
At this point, I walked away and told the bouncer what was going on, that there was a guy groping women inside. The bouncer promised to do something if he saw the guy, but at that point I just wanted to get out of there.
My friends stayed behind and wound up having a further confrontation with him, but that’s their story and not mine.
I don’t know what was worse: being groped like that, having his friends call him a good person to my face, knowing I had put myself in danger by confronting him further, or the fact that there’s a little part of me that wonders if it would have happened if I had been wearing a longer skirt. I’m so lucky I have good friends who have my back, but it was a horrible experience.

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