Hollaback (Holla Back – holler back – get it?) is a blogspot website where women who feel victimized by men complimenting them on the street (and, to be fair, also doing more than complimenting) can post pictures of the men who are complimenting or harrassing them.
Here’s the thing: one woman’s harrassment is another woman’s compliment. And the same goes for the harrassment or compliment givers.
Now, granted, some of these men are really letches and pervs who may deserve to be publicly outed by having their mugshot grabbed with their target’s cameraphone and pasted all over the Internet.
But some of them seem fairly harmless, and it seems that the women bitching about being noticed have more testosterone (and perhaps no more brains) than the guys about whom they are moaning.
Take, for example, the woman who snapped a picture of a clearly indigant older man and exposed him as the hardened perv he obviously was because he had the temerity to call her a “Goddess”. Hell, when I get called a Goddess, I’m flattered.
Holla Back’s motto is “If you can’t slap ’em, snap ’em”. But it might as well be “We are all hammers just looking for nails of victimization.”
Here’s a snippet from an entry by the fair Kate, who apparently has lovely eyes, but not much of a mouth to match. From her Holla Back post this summer:
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“On my way home from work, I jumped on the L train and took a seat next to a man trying to hog the space next to him by sitting with his legs spread. I don’t go for that kind of crap, especially during rush hour. He made room for me, but he kept looking me over and I just knew he was going to say something. Here’s how the exchange when down, by far the most heated and close quartered holla back yet:
Him: You have beautiful eyes.
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I turn my head slowly and look him in the face.
Him: Your eyes? (he gestures to his own) They’re beautiful.
Me: (slowly and forcefully) “I don’t care what the fuck you think. I don’t need your fucking compliments. So shut the fuck up.” ”
I ask you, who here is the harrasser, and whom the harrassee?
And you definitely don’t want to go to the restaurant where Krystal works (although the health inspector may):
“Working as a waitress, I put up with all sorts of crap from sleazebag men. Here is a prime example – luckily I had my camera/phone handy.
I could hear these two saying vulgar things and laughing as soon as they sat down.
Me: “What can I get you?”
Creep in the green hat: “How about you, sweetheart?”
So I gave them some of me – a big loogie at the bottom of their beers.”
If this isn’t enough, you can read more of these women’s woes at Hollaback.
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