What if street harassment was a crime? In her multidisciplinary show, writer-performer Leah King examines the distinctly New York experience of the "holla" through four Brooklyn women contemplating a new anti-harassment law. A shy bike mechanic worries that the law will sabotage her ability to meet women; an open mic host and indie rocker explores sexuality in her music career; a poetic 50-something yoga teacher wonders if the days of “hollers” may be behind her; and a sex-blogging burlesque performer dishes on the law during her online talk show. King asks the audience: how do YOU holla?
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Chronicles
I’ll be keeping a running list of cat-calls, hollas, pick-up lines, come-ons, and random ‘ish spouted regularly on the streets of Brooklyn.
If you’d like to add something, please send it to CanIGetASmile2010@gmail.com and I’ll paste it up.
- walking on atlantic, I hear a LOUD kissing noise from a parked car. my middle finger instinctively goes up, and I don’t take my eyes from my cell phone while I text. but I hear, ‘Aw, fuck.. you.’ he seems to whisper, as the absurdity of it possibly overcomes him..
- (walking alone at night and someone shouts) Hey, good evening! (continue walking, then quieter they say) Beautiful. (part way down the block at this point, said under breath) Whore.
- Ey! Light-skinned! (sung) You’re my genie in a bottle! Yeah I’m talking about you!
- (whispered) Hey. Can I lick that?
- Excuse me, excuse me. You wanna change your destiny? You should call me.
- Hey sweetie! Sweetie! Hey! You! Sweetie! (answer: that’s not my name.) Oh you speak! What is your name, sweetie? Hello! I’m talking to you sweetheart!
- (man leaning on building, grabbing himself) ‘Hey! You!’ (Continues to grope self as I yell, ‘You’re disgusting!’) ‘Oh yeah? You like this?’ (man walks after me, making kissing noises)
