A man just shouted at me in the street

[Dallia]

“Why are you wearing a curtain?”

I kind of smiled awkwardly and carried on crossing the road to him shouting “oi, you, I’m talking to you!”

I was absolutely mortified, lots of people were watching but no one said anything.

Why do people do this? He seemed like a “normal person” and it was really intimidating. He turned back to look and I thought he was going to start following me. Has anyone ever had weird random things shouted at them in the street, or is it just me

For the record I was wearing a stripy maxi dress as I was on my way to get a spray tan. Really wish I’d had a witty comeback.

@LineofDuty this is not a race issue. It is not an immigration issue. Leave it there. You've made your views perfectly clear.

Ripple have you complained to the MD of the bespoke kitchen firm?

I was on a very rare day out in London today. I stopped to look at my the map on my phone on a wide emptying pavement. A bloke came up behind me and yelled loudly at me then calmly walked on! No words, just a huge shouty noise. I was so startled and didn’t know what to do! Part of me wanted to run after him and ask him what the actual fuck?? But I didn’t. I walked on.

@lauramaywharton - I remember a male colleague being pulled over in his car by a couple of policemen after they hit his car - they were totally at fault and one of them was being really obnoxious and started asking my colleague why he was so fat, without missing a beat he said "because everytime I shag your wife she give me a biscuit". The other copper had to hold his mate back

My personal experience and observations are different to yours. Back in the day of course I had men being mouthy, but there was not much unpleasantness when they were rejected. But what I have seen on the job is something that few of you will know about, it will not conform to your world view - even those who don't want to bury their heads in the sand.

I've had my fair share of dickheads shouting abuse at me in the street. However, I was out on a Sunday morning one day with two other female friends and we all naturally quieted down as we passed a bunch of builders as they were all looking at us and it was like we tensed up waiting for them to shout something. One of them yelled 'good morrow, t'is the Sabbath!' whilst doffing his hat, which had us all stitches. Gentlemanly Victorian street banter is much more preferable to the 'get yer tits out' brigade.

ripple you and your sister absolutely MUST go and have a look at the bespoke kitchen place in view of your kitchen revamp.
Hopefully the bugger will try to sell you a kitchen.
I so would. Go on, do it.

Quite a lot when I was younger. The worst was this builder guy who kept calling out to suck his cock as I made my way to work.

I confronted him about it eventually. I was so nervous and he didn’t take any notice.

Bastard.

Shortly after having DS1 when I was pretty heavy a man walked past me and said to his young son ‘ooh look at the horrible fat woman’. I went home and cried.

I was once working in a customers front garden in a smallish seaside town (I'm a landscape gardener btw) and this engineer pulled up in his work van & started saying 'wow are you an actual gardener' hey I'm up here on work do you want to have dinner with me'... This was completely unwanted attention & I FIRMLY said NO but he keep on urging me 'saying he was going to drive by later incase I changed my mind', I told him that I wasn't interested, the two builders working next door found it very amusing. It scared me & I retreated to the BACK garden for the rest of the day! It was just Sooo creepy!!! I bet he was a serial killer

@LineofDuty give it a rest eh?

You don't know any of us or our backgrounds. And we don't know yours.

If only we all felt confident to tell these specimens of manhood what we think of them, loud and clear, every time!
Let's have some barsteward shaming, every time, and applaud the women who do it!

And just so we're clear: it's not a competition. This has, up until now been a really helpful thread for women to share stories and feel they are not alone, without any kind of judgement or political agenda. It would be nice if we could keep that going.

I'm shutting up now as I don't want to de-rail. Sorry OP

line what a load of old bollocks. Counting up all the incidents I can remember throughout my life, they number approximately 23. Of those, 21 were men (2 occasions perpetrated by teenage girls; 1 x "fat bitch!, 1 x "slag!"). Of those 21 men, all were white and all had English/Scottish/Welsh accents. Whilst immigration has brought it's challenges to this country, it seems to me the biggest of those is based on perception rather than fact. And before you bring up the horrific cases of abuse in Rotherham, let me assure you, sexual grooming of underage, underprivileged, vulnerable girls and boys is far from new and just as frequently committed by white British males as it is by "ROP" men.

My 6 month pregnant daughter was sitting in a cafe with one very swollen leg up on a chair. Suddenly a middle aged man came over to her, had a go at her about having her leg up, calling her a ' peasant'. She just burst into tears. What a horrible man!

One of them yelled 'good morrow, t'is the Sabbath!' whilst doffing his hat brilliant. I hope you shouted VICTORIANS back.

I just remembered something that happened to me when I was 18. I was in Wetherspoons with friends, it was late and I'd had a few drinks. We'd got talking to these men, must have been 40s/50s, and I was stood with one of them right behind me. He was a big bloke, probably about 6ft and overweight. He was talking to the bloke next to him, I heard them laugh and then he stuck his hand down the back of my jeans and nearly had his finger inside me. Then he took his finger out, sniffed it and laughed with his mates. I've never talked about this before, I have always thought it was my fault as I was drinking. 10 years later I realise he was just another entitled piece of shit.
Oh and he was white, as were all of the men that have assaulted me/shouted abuse at me/made me feel scared.

They learn young. We live near a secondary school and I've lost track of the amount of times I have been subjected to teenage witticisms.
And when I lived in London I was flashed at on a bus by a boy who can't have been more than 12/13

Ginger I agree.

Don't know if this has already been posted but it's funny.
www.google.co.uk/amp/s/amp.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/womens-blog/2015/jan/30/men-tricked-into-catcalling-their-own-mothers-the-video-that-went-viral

Yes I remember that jog!

This 1000000x

“if your mother wouldn’t want to hear it, neither do women in the street”

I had a man ask me out at a bus stop once and when I said I had a boyfriend he spat in my face.

Another time I was walking home from work and someone grabbed my bum and spat on me and his four friends he was sat with all laughed and started shouting at me.

Have to say I don't miss living in London one bit.

“if your mother wouldn’t want to hear it, neither do women in the street”

This^^

EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Lineofduty, what you see 'onthejob' is no more insightful than what anybody else sees. In fact you will have a more polarised view if your username is implying the police force.

Do you not think teachers, doctors, bar staff, cleaners et al also get to interact with people all day long too?

Here is a list of women with diverse backgrounds, of differing ages, from a number of locations... and yet only your view offers the truth of the matter?

Blinkered much?

Remembered another.
Id been to the doctors when my DD was 18 months and my son was 6 months. I had got my son into the car in the front seat and was just bent over strapping my daughter into the carseat in the back. I felt a hand come through my legs and grab my vulva and squeeze.
I managed to turn around and looked....down into the face of a boy about 10 years old who said "My friend wants to rape you" he then ran off with about five other boys between 10 and 14.
I'd just had an appointment about PND. Ive never told anybody. All i could think was that the anxiety about being unabke to help my children in a horrible situation was realised. I didnt go out of tge house for two months other than a shirt (3 minute) walk to the shop and back. And that was always followed by getting home drenched in sweatvfrom the panic.