My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment

by deliagoode

Liat Kaplan

I heart NY. I really, truly do. However, when I leave to return to school in late August, I know I’ll breathe a sigh of relief. No more constant hot urine smell in the subways. No more swimming upstream against massive crowds heading in the opposite direction. And most importantly, no more constant sexual harassment on the street.

I doubt that street harassment is more of a problem in New York City than any other highly populated urban area where a lot of people walk. It’s just that this summer in New York is the first time that I’ve spent a significant amount of time walking by myself in such an area. I’ve certainly been catcalled, propositioned, and even groped on the street before, but never in such a constant, unceasing manner. In the time I’ve spent in the city, there has not been a single day when I haven’t…

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