I didn't see a forum or thread about this specifically, I'd like to hear horror stories from men of claims of sexual harassment that they've endured.

In the meantime, I'll tell you what happened to my dad in the late 70s.

My dad was the president of a labor union, and he was very good at getting workers their jobs back when they had been wrongly let go. Management didn't like this about him (obviously), and in 1981, they hired a female employee for his department that I think was a plant to try to get rid of him.

One day my dad was standing around, chatting with his male co-workers, and they were discussing the upcoming vote his labor union was going to take on the ERA.

My dad was always a clown and a joker, albeit a corny joke teller! He said to the guys, "Oh, I've always been in favor of women's rights...I like their lefts a lot too!"

This new female employee overheard it (he didn't realize she entered the room), and she filed a charge of sexual harassment with management, claiming his joke made her feel "objectified" (what the hell does that really mean anyway? I've heard dad tell jokes like that PLENTY of times, and never felt "objectified").

Anyway, to try to make a long story short, the labor relations board got together with the union, etc etc and they basically put my dad on a sort of informal trial over all this crap. He ended up being acquitted but the whole thing really broke him in a lot of ways.

That, in addition to the crap which was ongoing with my mother, really broke him. If I sound like I defend him too much, its because I saw all the shit he was put through firsthand.

But, I got back at that bitch (I won't say how, but it was not illegal). When I got done with her, she quit her job and moved out of the city to boot. My dad never knew why she did either, and I didn't tell him until long after it was over.

Nasty, did you ever find out if she was a plant?

Your dad sounds like a cool guy, not that I'm big on unions, necessary evil I guess

I'm actually not a big fan of labor unions either, when you grow up in a union family, you hear a lot of things that turns you off to them.

We never found out for sure if she was a plant, but I think she was.

I personaly have been sexually harrassed by the courts and by ex wives by having my children stolen from me and have had my livlyhood stolen by them as well. I can't think of a worse form of harrassment.

I began a job working in a factory for manufacturing spectacle lenses. I was stationed between two women, my function was to press buttons which enveloped the lenses in a wax, take them out, put them in a (specific) tray, and then send them on their way to a conveyor belt.
I got on well with them both, one was - I'd guess mid thirty's - and the other was in her fifties somewhere. I was in my early/mid twenties.
The younger one and I got on reasonably well (there were no problems ever with the older one), and would often banter with sexist jokes to another. She actually began the sexualised line of jokes, so I just followed suit.
One day, I got called into the office and told off for offending her. I was gobsmacked. She'd been laughing at the joke that apparently offended her and had 'forgotten' to mention that she a) initiated that trend in humour and b) had told many more than I had...
So I explained my position to the boss and he was ok with it (thankfully). He called her in and she spent only two or three minutes with him vs my twenty-plus minutes. As I understood it, he only told what I'd said in my defense, and asked the same of her as he had of me; to keep the rude jokes out of it if they were causing problems.
That was all very well, but I didn't know it was a problem until the complaint had been made. A quiet word in my ear would have resolved the issue and left no hard feelings. From thereon, I gave her one word answers in order to minimize my interactions and potential for accusations.
Thankfully, a week later I was promoted to a separate area of the factory and so had a little office with a few other women, working the Quality Auditing office. My pay didn't go up - but it still looked good

Also, when I was in school - this smallish girl was pushing and pushing and pushing me. Eventually, I pushed her back - and she flew!!!
The teacher - damn typically - walked in as I was pushing her away. Guess who took the rap for the entire incident?

Despite trying to explain to the teachers that she had been pushing me for the last five minutes prior to her (the teacher) arriving in the class, she refused to believe that such a sweet, lovely, little girl would possibly do that to 'such a strapping, big lad'.

Typical eh - the only time a teacher complimented me was to assist in painting me as a girl-batterer LoL.

Yeah I had female teachers that were like that. I had one that put the girls at the front of every line especially if it was cold or rainy outside. Damn that used to piss me off cause the boys would be standing in the rain or cold while the girls piddled around getting inside cause they had to mess with their hair as soon as they got in and then the boys would get into trouble for taking so long to get inside.

My first contact with the strange, perverse thinking of females. I was eight. A girl in the playground was being teased and had a glove taken from her and thrown around. Another girl threw it and it landed on top of a wall that stood infront of the girl's toilet block.

I called a mate over and standing on his shoulders I climbed up the wall to get her glove back.

She reported me to the teacher for climbing on the girl's toilet wall. I got the stick. Six whacks on each hand.

Things have only got worse since then.

I was in my mid-forties. I had a huge project analysing the organisational structures of Technical and Further Education Institutions in my State. 33 of them. I re-organised them all and in doing so I learned pretty well everything about them. I was the State's expert on the subject.

I was the first person any College turned to for advice. One particular College's Principle was to retire after some 20 odd years. The College Council had no experience of selecting and appointing a new one, so they called me in.

The Deputy Principle was a woman, a well qualified and experience administrator. I knew her quite well. She'd done a reasonable deputy job for some five or six years and knew the college inside out. I suggested to the Council that she was the obvious choice but that we had to go by the Education Ministry's process.

I ran a short program to teach them the art of selection and wrote the guidelines for them. I ran practice sessions for the Interview Board. I wrote the adverts for candidates. I guided them in determining selection criteria.
They were then on their own to do their job, well prepared.

Forty odd experienced people applied for the job. It was a plum job in a very high profile college. The Council did an excellent job and short-listed four; in order of merit, three men and one woman. But they still couldn't bring themselves to appoint. They needed something more. So I was called again.

They were in unanimous agreement as to the order of merit. The woman I mentioned was amonst the short listed, at number four. I suggested several psych appraisals; critical thinking Watson Glaser), personality (16PF), and Leadership (LOQ). They asked me to do them.

I had a PA, a psych grad, female. I had her conduct the tests and give me the raw scores for analysis, with the letters ABC and D instead of names. Only she knew the names for the letters. A double blind.

The four did the tests without me there and after I had a chat and a drink with them all in my boardroom.

I analyised and ranked the results. The list order was the same as before. The woman was number four. The differences were clear, though small. As is quite usual at this level. They were all vastly competent and experienced.

The 'winner' was gazetted. Immediately, as usual in the public service, the 'challenge' process swung into action. Any candidate could object but only on specific grounds. The three 'losers' entered objections. Two men on the basis of 'superior qualification'; the woman on 'sexual discrimination'.

She accused me of rigging the process to keep her out. She wrote pages of accusations including plying her with drink (she had one scotch as did the other three).

The Administrative Appeals Tribunal process is harrowing. I was hauled before a Board of five people and grilled for three hours on each of five days. The two male finalists had their qualifications dealt with in a matter of minutes. The Woman with her sexual discrimination took up the rest of the five days.

There was only one person 'in the dock'. Me.

One member of the Board, a lawyer, gave me a critique of the 16PF to read, suggesting it was an unfair, biased instrument. (a forty year old test with a library of data behind it, Probably the most used vocational personality test in the world. A 'Standard'). The critique had been written by a chap I knew who was quite unqualified to speak on the matter (but otherwise a decent competitor) and asked the Lawyer dork if he would take advice on unblocking his toilet from an electrician. It got a laugh at least. The only laugh in the five days.

I had to demolish each and every lie, exaggeration, mendacity, imagination that the woman threw, painstakingly, calling on the other candidates, my PA and the College Council members for testimony. They had to come back time and time again onto the witness stand. Five friggin' days, vast amount of public monies wasted, for a disappointed, vengeful woman.

I won. The Council won. The top candidate was appointed. She lost.

I lost too. Disillusioned, Business reputation buggered. I had done some $500,000 of business with the Colleges over the prior couple of years, all to accolade. It tailed off to virtually nothing in months.