tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88786221325404805212008-08-19T18:10:24.134-04:00HollaBack CharlestonInspired by HollaBackNYC, Holla Back Charleston empowers women to Holla Back at street harassers. Whether you're commuting, lunching, partying, dancing, walking, chilling, drinking, or sunning, you have the right to feel safe, confident, and sexy, without being the object of some turd's fantasy. So stop walkin' on and Holla Back: Send us your pics and stories of street harassers!HollabackCharlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11952963386288601971noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878622132540480521.post-34771810700541681842008-07-19T17:59:00.000-04:002008-07-19T18:00:09.607-04:00Hollaback Charleston on Facebook<a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=56224795540">Hollaback Charleston on Facebook</a><br /><br />Hollaback Charleston is working to get the word out around Charleston, SC.<br /><br />If you are a member of Facebook, click on the link above, and join the group. The discussion board is open so that you can talk with other people, but posts will be transferred to this page.<br /><br />The page is meant for all of Charleston, so we want everyone to be able to learn from everyone's experiences.Thanks,HollabackHollabackCharlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11952963386288601971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878622132540480521.post-58726774390201725522008-07-14T23:21:00.000-04:002008-07-14T23:22:18.644-04:00Street harassersThere was an incident a while ago. I was walking down Wentworth Street and someone shouted "Nice tits!" I immediately turned around and flipped him off. I am 14 and I do not think it is fair for someone to objectify me or anyone else! I got so mad that I just wanted to smash someone's face in.<br /><br />Submitted by CatherineHollabackCharlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11952963386288601971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878622132540480521.post-14379421602450761502007-06-25T14:36:00.000-04:002007-06-25T14:44:38.745-04:00King St. Harassment<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hExj_DN5EKE/RoANBozbGwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B7kjH-I1l4k/s1600-h/ilovesit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080074701458053890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hExj_DN5EKE/RoANBozbGwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B7kjH-I1l4k/s320/ilovesit.jpg" border="0" /></a> These guys were hollering at me from the roof of the building next door. They yelled some variation of “Hey baby, you light my fire” – some awful play on the Doors’ lyrics. They were working on the blue-gray building that houses (I believe) Raval, and the ex-Atomic Comics, but were on the back side of it, possibly working on the air conditioning units. I yelled “fuck you” and gave them a big finger before running up to the office to get a camera.<br /><br />Submitted by MargaretHollabackCharlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11952963386288601971noreply@blogger.com