by NATALIA HAWK
This is the story of two girls, one pub and a whole lot of harassment.
More specifically, it’s the story of how my best friend and I went to an inner-city Melbourne pub to watch a band with a ridiculously good-looking lead singer and have a bit of a boogie.
It’s the story of how we ended up storming out an hour later because of the physical and verbal abuse we were copping.
Let me elaborate. I’ll set the scene for you. Two twenty-one year old girls, wearing flat shoes and I can’t remember what else, standing on the dance floor of the pub, getting excited every time a new song started playing and it turned out to be better than the last one.
There was not much of a female population in the pub, so we were getting a lot of – unwanted – attention. At first, it was just the casual grope as someone walked past. My bottom was the preferred groping target. Lovely.
Then guys started deciding that it wasn’t okay for me to dance with my friend anymore. That I needed to dance with them instead. Cue The Grab, where they snatch you away or snake an arm around you so that you’re out of your circle and into their arms.
No thank you. I’m having a great time where I am. I have a boyfriend. He’s not here right now, but he’s big and strong and could totally fight you. But the excuses weren’t good enough.
It got to the stage where some guy was so offended by my brush-offs that he decided the best way to get my attention was to continually launch himself at me – with force – until I turned around and started talking to him.
I turned around after he’d purposely run into me for the seventh time in less than a minute. I shoved him away and asked him to mind his personal space. The music was loud, so I might have mimed out a “no-trespassing area” around me.
Top Comments
I will never ever ever ever forget, when I was 17, I was at an under 18's dance party.. There were boys there that were definitely over 18. This MAN grabbed both my breasts and proceeded to squeeze them, we were caught in the middle of hundreds of people I couldn't move away fast enough.. But it gave me a chance to knee the fucker in the balls.. With all my strength!
No, I didn't go to a dance party to "pick up" or get my breasts squeezed I went to dance with my friends and sister, on the same night my sisters coca-cola got spiked. I don't think it's where we were or how we were dressed or anything we were doing that caused this shit to happen to us. It's the fuckers that did it! Men/women perve pricks need to learn to keep it in their pants. Or keep their hands to themselves, or their drugs. It makes me sick that people can actually say its because someone was where they were, or wearing certain clothes...
Seriously.. Where is the sense in that? Let's all just be good girls/boys and stay at home where we are safe from groping/sexual assault/drink spiking!
Where will it end?
No, being groped is not acceptable. But saying that the security guard did nothing without actually telling him to do something falls back on you. Yes, he should have been proactive - but when he didn't, you should have spoken to him and demanded he act. If he still didn't, then you should have found the manager. If the manager did nothing (I would be very surprised!) but then you should complain to the owners.
These people's jobs are to protect the patrons - regardless of the venue or its location.
P.s. years ago I worked in a nightclub and was groped between the legs from the front as I crossed the floor with my hands full. I told a security guard what happened and he spoke to the guy. I then told the security guard that that was not good enough and to eject the guy. So he did.
Take some control of the situation for yourself!