6:00 pm, August 20th | by Colette McIntyre
Today’s Read of the Day comes from our favorite feminist satirists over at Reductress. (Try saying that five times fast!) Chelsea Clarke takes on street harassers and posits that those creeps are providing some great unsolicited advice.
9:58 am, August 9th | by Colette McIntyre
In the first episode of Chioke Nassor‘s “Storytime” series, ridiculously smokin’ and hilarious lady Sasheer Zamata recounts an interaction she had with a man during an early morning walk home. The situation is fairly classic — unfortunately, being flashed by some strange dude is not unusual — but Zamata’s perspective on it is anything but.
11:30 am, August 1st | by Grace Rasmus
Tatyana Fazlalizadeh, a Brooklyn based artist, decided to take her resistance to the streets. Her project, “Stop Telling Women to Smile,” places portraits of real, defiant women in the very places where strangers have hounded her.
6:00 pm, June 21st | by Colette McIntyre
“When I was growing up in the South, strange men on the street used to holler one of the following: ‘Smile, honey!’ ‘It can’t be that bad!’ ‘What’s the matter, sweetheart?’
1:00 pm, September 9th | by Sarah Devlin
On Friday, Pandagon’s Amanda Marcotte started an online discussion about harassment, and it essentially devolved into a giant pity party for creepy dudes whose feelings were hurt when they acted, you know, creepy and someone told them so. Instead of trying to not be so creepy anymore, they proposed a novel solution: ladies should just [...]
5:15 pm, July 9th | by Laura Donovan
It’s no fun to have broken or injured bones, but IgniteMyThoughts blogger Kelsey, who hurt her hand after punching a street harasser who found it okay to joke about raping a random passerby, does not regret socking the creepshow. We hope she makes a full recovery, but are glad she reminded the dude that it should be illegal to talk about a woman that way.
12:45 pm, June 12th | by Laura Donovan
Summer, my favorite time of year, is here. A misplaced Californian in dreary New York, I should be thrilled that the season I live for has finally arrived, but I’m actually dreading the coming months. Warm weather means I finally get to wear the gorgeous flowing Italian sundress that has been collecting dust in my closet since September, but also that I’m going to be more vulnerable to catcalling and inappropriate street harassment until fall rolls around. And I’m not alone.