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.

If I'm at a crossing or they are in a work van stuck in traffic, I always smile and take a photo of number plate and them.
It shuts them right up!

If I'm out and about or in a bar, my go to response is " so that's what the son of a cunt looks like"
It shuts them the fuck up!

^^Fierce :)

When I was living abroad my god I got men shouting at me. Ie. One day I was sitting on a bench. This man says how I'm a fucking slut and shouldn't be on my own ect. Not leaving me. I moved to sit in a park nearby and without two mins had two men tell me similar. Was even spat at on one occasion. Some men can be flipping horrible.

Yes I have been shouted at in the street many times! Once, I was in my car grabbing a morning coffee in the McDonald’s drive through and the man behind me in a van started shouted at me, calling me a fat slag (nice, I wasn’t even fat either!), and saying weird things like he was surprised my cars “peanut wheels” hadn’t collapsed under my weight! He pulled up alongside me at the traffic lights and carried on shouting at me and calling me names. I didn’t do anything but he had a visit later that same day from the police and was warned they would arrest him next time! Then another time I was in my car and I turned right into a road. A man walked out in front of my car and I slammed on my brakes and beeped my horn. My window was open and I said something like “watch out mate!”. He came up to the window and punched me in the arm! What is it about me?? Anyway he also had the police go round to do him for assault, I had witnesses etc, but it turned out he had dementia and I felt bad for him so the police got him to write an apology to me and I left it at that. Then another time I went for counselling, and was sitting outside waiting for a taxi home (I gave up going out in my car!) and what I can only assume was a mental patient came up to me, pointed at me, and shouted at the top of her voice “white top! White top!”. Firstly, it was an orange top. Secondly, what’s the problem with white tops?? Unless it was the men in white coats that were freaking her out! I really should stop going out in public....

I worked in a young offenders Institution years ago. All the staff, ( all male) met in the centre of the prison yard to wait for the prisoners to be escorted to various places. As I joined them, one of the officers said "get your tits out" I wacked him one. The other officers just laughed. I could have reported him, but my life would not have been worth living if I had. Oh those were the days, seems time's havn't changed much. Still a lot of wankers about.

Sorry, meant to say (all male) except me. In those days they were a right lot of shovanistic pigs.

Yes it seems to start early too. I remember going from my small junior school where everyone got on well most of the time (the headmaster wouldn't let the girls play football, but that's a different story) to being called a stick insect and told that my legs made him feel sick by a second year in my first day of secondary school. And the insults and grading of the girls according to their looks continued through the years.

The small ex mining town I grew up in was awful for this, it was the norm everyday to have car horns beeped and men shouting as you walked to school (in uniform), it was something my friends and I used to giggle about because it was just normal, we'd never known anything different
The only time I ever did anything back went like this:
bloke: "smile love, it might never happen"
me(15): sticks middle finger up
bloke:"oh fuck off then you lesbian cunt"
Moving away for Uni was a revelation. Another friend went to the same Uni and I distinctly remember her saying "wow it's so weird here, nobody pips their car horn at you!"

I remember once going to Sainsbury's with DD2 (then 3). I went to park in one of the parent and child spaces, only to find that there was a middle aged man standing in the way, apparently oblivious to the fact that he was in a car park and that he was blocking the way.

I honked once, he moved and I parked. End of story? Definitely not. He came to the car and started to shout at me in front of my DD. How dare I honk my horn at him? I shouted back, how dare he behave like that in front of my daughter?

He then thought maybe he was wrong and I hadn't honked at him. I neither confirmed or denied it, but it did leave him unsure of himself and he left, thankfully.

It was a horrible experience, though. I mean, I didn't honk aggressively, only once to get his attention.

Oh god, I've remembered another one. When I was at uni, I went out one evening with a friend and the lads he shared a corridor with. We were all final years who had taken years out for business placements it exchange schemes, so theoretically at least, we were all grown adults of 22 or 23.

I was dancing away and having a lovely time, when one of my friend's flat mates reached over, squeezed my upper arm and just said 'Fat arms'. I went home, sat in my room on my own, and sobbed.

I can't even remember the bastard's name now, I'd barely even spoken to him to be honest. Looking back, it makes me so angry now! I pity any woman who ended up in a relationship with him.

the common thread here is Men - possibly mental but generally in a group of men and away from their wives/families/girlfriends/parents. Try (dont) an afternoon in Rochdale. You'll meet all these untermenschen in one go.

We are all too fat to thin too sad too happy too fit too unfit too old to young oh my God the list just goes on it's literally just about being a woman and being on your own because they don't do it if you're with a man do they? It really saddens me to see how women have changed their behaviour to accommodate these arseholes, such as not running anymore being wary about driving on their own etc.,

Also, as a poster said up thread, why is the worst word we can think of calling these men, cunt?

We need to reclaim the streets and reclaim our cunts. Stop using it as an insult surely between us we could come up with something that describes exactly what they are that doesn't involve our own genitalia.

Share this thread or the tone of it at least, with the men/boys in your life.

This is interesting, it shows what happens when the harassers are confronted by the harassed. Particularly like the reaction of the charming man who followed the woman for 20 mins.

The worst one for me was at a level crossing next to a train station on my way home from work and and the train driver that just pulled out of the station shouted “alright darlin” at me from the window and then bibbed the train horn.......there were lots of cars next to me 🙈...

"Fuck off , dickhead" is always a useful response.

I always found putting my fist up in the air and bending my little finger up and down said it all. Men hate any inferral they have a small dick.

The last time I saw something like this happen, the woman in question told the bloke "Sorry mate, I can't hear you, your mouth's full of sh*t", which startled him long enough for her to walk off triumphant.

Why people do this is a complete mystery. It could be; "enduring mental health issues"; the kind of moron who gets his jollies insulting people and then telling all his mates down the flat roofed pub he inevitably drinks at; or someone trying to "impress" their friends.

Flat-roofed pub! 😂

Bunch of losers.

No wonder it's slim pickings in the dating scene.

I was walking down the street and a van started tooting, thought nothing of it then the guy started whistling then said hello sexy, i ignored and didn't even look back, pretended it wasn't towards me, then he drove up beside me and said oiii i said hello sexyyy, he was about a metre to the side of me but i still acted like i did not acknowledge his presence and just kept walking like i was deaf lol then he started tooting angrily and said oi you f#@king slag!!! Still kept walking he drove off really fast and i couldn't help but think why did he call me a slag? I wasn't dressed like a slag, just casual clothes jeans, trainers nothing revealing. I kept asking everyone i know if i looked like a slag. But they said no its just he didn't get a reaction from me so decided to say that out of anger coz maybe he wanted a slag lol i dont know, but he's got to be more of slag for even starting in the first place O.o strange white van men can be

Yes I have to say I've never experienced anything even approaching the anger, disgust, ridicule and sexual harassment in the US that I did in the UK.

I was walking to a bus stop one morning when I was about 18 and an old bloke I had seen many times suddenly shouted "put a frock on love". I was wearing trousers at the time. I was gobsmacked. I wouldn't mind but he used to dye his hair and it always looked bright orange.

Some men also can't believe that any woman would refuse to go out with them. I remember, at uni there was a loud, quite obnoxious student who persistently asked me out. I'd made the mistake of being friendly to him, as he could be ok sometimes. We were studying on the same course.

Then he asked me out. I said no, he didn't take it well and accused me of turning him down because he was racist. (He was African, but as far as I was concerned it was completely not an issue.) He could be very aggressive and he hassled me right through my time at uni. I got so sick of this and I said yes one day because I'd been worn down by him. He said to bring a condom. That creeped me out so I backed out.

He actually got very aggressive with me once, I really thought he was going to hit me.

I never told anyone how bad it was, as I didn't want people to think I didn't want to go out with him because he was African. I've known obnoxious men from all cultural backgrounds.

When I was heavily pregnant with my third and was walking my two DDs (aged nearly 4 and 2) home from pre-school a lady leaned out of her car and told me that I needed to learn to say no!
What she meant didn’t click until I was further down the road sadly and I was mortified and fuming. I couldn’t believe that she felt she had the right to make such a comment.

xotyl with the exception of the bloke who shouted, "Oy mate, your wife's going grey!"