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I called a cab to pick me up at my house and take me to a show at the Biltmore.
About 3 minutes into the ride, the driver asked if I was an “escort.” I had him repeat the question 3 times, as I was not sure I heard him right. The third time he said “Prostitute. I can pay you for sex?”
I said no you cant, nor can you ask women that while you are driving them around.
I called the company from my cell phone. The guy at the cab company was not very helpful—he claimed there wasn’t a manager available but he could put me through to the complaint voicemail. I said I didn’t think it was appropriate that the cabbie be soliciting women for sex while on the job – the guy told me to call 911 if I felt unsafe. Frustrated, I said I wouldn’t be paying for a cab, and hung up.
The driver started to apologize, begging me to not call the manager, saying that I’d misunderstood. He said that his wife and kids would suffer if he got suspended. I asked him to please not talk to me and to just get me to the show. He did not stop trying to convince me that I misunderstood.
I asked him again to stop talking, and he didn’t, so I told him I was getting out. He said that not paying for the cab is fine if I promise not to tell. I said I was telling, not paying, and got out of the cab. He followed me slowly and ask me not to tell, before taking off.
The next day I made a formal complaint with the cab company, as well as opened a police file, and gave a statement and the file number to the section of the VPD that deals with taxis. The officer from that department was very very kind and helpful.
I was walking down first and chesterfield to meet my dad at a local park. I had my head down on my phone , an older man was sitting at a bus stop bench and whistled at me. He and his friend continued to laugh and I quickly went on my way . I’m 15.no comments
I was walking home around 9pm and passed by the Legion at the corner of Alma & Broadway.
There are often people smoking around the building, but they usually don’t bother you. Tonight though, one man called at me, “Hey pretty girl.” I ignored him and kept walking.
A few second later I heard him several feet behind me say “Is that a pinky ring or a wedding ring?” I picked up my pace then because I realized that he had begun to follow me. He called after me things like, “Don’t ignore me. That’s not nice. I know you hear me.” He was still following me when I reached the end of the block, so I spun around and snapped at him that it was none of his goddamn business (what kind of ring it was). He followed me a few more steps and muttered something about me being a “dirty girl” before turning around and heading (presumably) back to the bar.
I was walking home this afternoon and was walking through the bus loop because it’s a shortcut. I notice this guy a few feet in front of me looking at me and trying to make eye contact (I was wearing sunglasses) Thinking he just wants to know the time, I stop and ask him ‘can I help you?’ He gets right in front of me, blocking my path and asks me, ‘What’s your name?’ Not in a polite way, not in a friendly way. It was like he was demanding it. And he’s standing so close to me, probably not even six inches away. Instead of giving him my name, I say ‘why are you asking me that?’ He doesn’t answer me, just continues to stare at me. His friend comes over and kind of pats him on the shoulder and says ‘come on, man’ like he’s trying to get him to back off. I took the opportunity to say ‘I’m on my way to work. I don’t have time for this.’ I stepped around him and walked away as fast as I could, looking over my shoulder to make sure they weren’t following me. I felt shaken and scared. It makes me so angry that I can’t walk outside anywhere without being afraid that I might get harassed or worse. Women do not owe it to men to tell them our names or allow them to violate our personal space.
I used to work at one of the shoe stores at the Guildford mall in Surrey. As regular procedure goes, we were required to adjust the shoes on display, clean the shelves, etc. using a small step stool. One of the evenings when I was working near closing time, I was stretching my arms to reach a shoe on the top shelf when i realized there were three men in their early 20s “checking me out”. I felt uncomfortable to say anything so I continued doing my job without making eye contact or looking in their general direction.
After several minutes of this I got down and moved to a different area of the store. They followed me and one of them promptly said “Nice ass! You’re pretty cute too.”. Flustered, not knowing what to say or how to defend myself I just walked to the back of the store. They left and I haven’t seen them since.
After that incident I asked my manager how to deal with situations like that without being overly rude since I am still an employee. Her response still shocks me to this day, she said “You work in retail. What do you expect? Deal with it or better yet, just get used to it.”.
Needless to say, I no longer work there and never plan or working in retail again. This was not the only time I was harassed at that store either. It still happens at my current job from time to time however I now know I have managers that do not tolerate that kind of behaviour and stand up to defend their employees if they have to.
Today at about 7:00 I was walking home from my friends house and crossing the street at the lights. When I was walking across a boy yelled out the window “Matt wants to fuck you!” What made it worse was I recognized the boy and his friends from the school I recently graduated from. They laughed at their friend that made the comment before taking off and I was left feeling humiliated and violated.
It was 4 am, and I just ended a long day of work. This night at work had been mentally exhausting and I was ready to make my way home, crawl into bed and pass out for days. Granville at this hour is a really strange place, especially if you’re sober. When I first started working late nights on Granville, I used to find the aftermath of the clubs quite comical. Inebriated people everywhere, laughing, some crying over drama, often times there were crazy fights. I thought it was funny how people turn to a barbaric state when they drink a little too much and stay up too late.
To get home from work, I have to take a cab. It doesn’t take me long, usually about 5-10 minutes to hail one. During this time, I can guarantee I will hear a whistle, or a comment asking me to go home with them. One of the more memorial comments;” You’re so hot, I could light my cigarette on you”. After I told him that it was widely inappropriate, he proceeded to call me a bitch. Experiencing days and days of cat calling, my patience has worn thin, and I dread leaving work.
Although I have been called at, I’ve never had anyone physically approach me until this specific night. Because it was so late, I knew I would have to go hunting for a cab. While on the corner of Granville and Cambie, a young man was staggering up the side walk. I instantly held my breath. At this point in the night, I just want to go to bed. I kept my eyes up and was determined to flag down a yellow chariot. Suddenly, I hear a slurred “Heyy howww arre yaa?” and proceeding that sloppy introduction I feel his hands grope my hips and butt. I jump out of his grip, and yell “Please do not touch me!”. His response? ” Don’t be such a bitch”.
It was strange, the next day after this interaction, I had been hollered at 4 times. Each time I made it clear that those comments were not a way to get my attention. It never really used to stick with me so strongly, but weeks later, I am still mad.
I can’t comprehend why people think that harassing someone on the street is acceptable. To be fair, I tried to think of all the times I may have whistled, hollered at or approached someone on the street like I’ve been experiencing. The only time I can think of is when i was 13 with my best friend, we were riding bikes and yelling silly complements like “Hey boy, I like your shirt!”. This is the difference, I was an adolescent finding my flirtatious confidence, and hoping to land a summer boyfriend.
After being groped, I’ve decided that I am going to approach every person who harasses me (if I feel its safe of course). Maybe talking to them, explaining that harassment is humiliating. That comments like that make women in Vancouver dread leaving work, walking down the street, getting groceries, taking public transportation, or existing out side of the comfort of our home. My ignorance is over. Its time to talk.
I was walking up Cordova Street passed a line-up consisting of little pockets of guys grouped together. I am totally comfortable walking in the Downtown Eastside compared to most places in Vancouver but I felt a little uncomfortable as a man with his friends was leaning against the wall and eyeing me up and down.
As he stared at my chest, he yelled “you’ve got a great upper body”. I stopped turned around and said “What you said to me is totally disgusting. Do you want me to take your picture with my phone?” He said no. I said again “What you said was disgusting. If you wouldn’t say it to your mom, your sister or even your daughter, DO NOT say it to me.” He stared at me in disbelief, his friends all turned away and I stormed off.