Just call her She-Hulk: a 24-year-old redhead went Marvel Comics on a subway perv who exposed himself to her while riding the Boston T. The anonymous woman said she was listening to music on a crowded B-line when she saw a man hovering over her, exposing himself. She started screaming for help, she told the Boston Herald, but none of the other passengers came to her aid. In fact, one male passenger shrugged, she said. So “She-Hulk” came out: as the perv tried to run away at one stop, she grabbed his sweatshirt and “berated” him as she called the cops — even while the guy was struggling to get away. The 37-year-old perv, Michael Galvin, has been charged with open and gross lewdness. The woman (who, like most superheroes, prefers to hide under a cloak of anonymity to protect her privacy) said she’d just had enough. “I’ve had enough of being harassed on the street. I’m tired of it and I want it to end. It was the last straw,” she said. “He kept saying sorry, but he was just sorry for himself.” Respect, sister. [Boston Herald]
Talk about sexual harassment in the workplace: Bartenders at a pub in the UK say someone in their bar is indiscriminately pinching their butts. But it’s not a patron whose getting grabby … it’s a ghost. Both male and female staff at The Queens Arms in Birmingham report feeling “a very firm pinch” which happens “day and night.” They assume it’s from a “small, bald, smartly-dressed” phantom who haunts the 170-year-old pub, moving chairs, singing and causing mysterious puffs of smoke. Explained the manager, in adorable British parlance, “You turn round, but there’s no one there. It’s most off-putting.” Most off-putting, indeed! And wily, too. At least if a drunken patron was getting fresh there would be some sort of physical entity to slap. [Daily Mail UK]
Dear Man Who Propositioned Me For Sex On The Subway,
Why is it that after I respectfully responded “no, thanks” to your subway sex proposition, you found it necessary to call me a “bitch”? Have you not seen the movie “Shame”? Even an exceptionally fantastic looking guy like Michael Fassbender (who, might I add, was playing a sex addict) found it difficult to come on to a girl while riding the train because he feared rejection.
But you sir, wearing that hideous shirt, those skinny jeans which were obviously washed one time too many because they revealed your ankles, a pair of busted Converse, with a chip-toothed, yellow grin, thought that your offer to leave the train with you on 23rd street “to hang out at your house” should have been received with excitement. Keep reading »
Yesterday afternoon, I was on my way to the supermarket to pick up some soup. I was picking up soup because I’m feeling deathly sick and not in the best frame of mind. So when a guy came up to me and started talking to me on the street, walking along side me, well, I wasn’t in the mood for it. The middle-aged man began whispering a bunch of vulgar things under his breath at me, slowly growing louder and louder. I couldn’t make out much of what he was saying, except that he kept saying the word “dick” over and over again. Finally, after walking a block with this guy next to me, I turned to him, growled and yelled “get the fuck away from me!” He quickly veered off his path and turned the corner. Keep reading »
Dov Charney’s hipster skeezbaggery is well-documented. However, a Brooklyn judge has tossed a $260 million lawsuit against the American Apparel CEO — brought by a former worker who said Dovney forced her to become a “sex slave” — and ordered it be settled in arbitration. Irene Morales, 21, said three years ago, when she was a student, Dov locked her inside his Manhattan apartment and kept her there as his personal sex slave, forcing her to perform oral sex for several hours.
Lawyers for Dov Charney paint a different story. They say that Irene Morales pursued Dov, offering sex while trying to get him to give her one of his laptops to use for school, as well as money. His legal team used the two arguments that always come up in these young-girl-accuses-rich-guy-of-sex-abuse scenarios: she’s trying to extort him (money grubbing!) and she had sent explicit photos and messages where she promised sex acts in exchange for goodies (slut!).
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The other day Winona and I were walking back from getting sandwiches (women always be eating sandwiches!) and a guy on the street told me that he liked my tights. It was a mellow cat call, or what I, and other ladies from Philly, like to call a “holler.” Sometimes, guys will straight up ask if they can “holler at you,” but often, a holler will occur on the street or in the bar without warning. We’ve provided this handy chart to help you discern whether the holler you’ve received is of the mild, non-offensive “streetpreciation” variety, or something more sinister and wanton.*
*All hollers referred to in the above chart actually happened to a member of the Frisky staff or one of our friends, lest you think this phenomenon doesn’t exist.
“I go to this big Park Avenue apartment; I’ve never been in so much wealth … He [writer Al Capp] thunders through the door … and he said, ‘Well I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.’ And something went off in my brain like, ‘More comfortable? OK, well I guess that means he’s going to go in and take off his raincoat.’ So he comes in in a dressing gown and he sits down on the couch and I’m thinking, ‘This isn’t looking too good.’ … He opened up his dressing gown and I looked at it. … It was scary. I said, ‘Mr. Capp I will never get a job like this.’ And he said to me, ‘Oh, I’ve had them all.’ And I said, ‘Well, it doesn’t matter, but I’ll never do this,’ and he said, ‘Well, you’re never going to get anywhere in this business, you should go home and marry a Jewish dentist.’ And I started to cry and I said, ‘Well maybe I will.’ … [Years later] I was able to send Mr. Capp a telegram. I was doing ‘Laugh-In’ at the time, so I was pretty established … and I said, ‘Well congratulations, I guess I didn’t have to marry a Jewish dentist after all.’”
– Goldie Hawn opens up to Oprah (of course) about being 19 years old and propositioned on the casting couch by TV writer/humorist/cartoonist Al Capp. She apparently was approached walking down a New York Street by a casting director who set up a meeting with Capp — but upon arriving at the meeting, she realized Capp was asking for some quid pro quo. Props to Goldie for not giving in or ditching her dreams entirely after being sexually harassed. I feel sorry for all the other actresses this creep supposedly bedded (if he was not, in fact, bullshitting that part). [ Starpulse]