I don't really know how I feel about catcalling, tbh. Sometimes I just think it's funny, but I think that depends entirely on who's doing it and what's being said. If it's a bunch of college/younger guys being ridiculous I don't care too much about it because I know they're harmless. Maybe this is because I do the same thing with my friends when we're in a silly mood - we roll down the windows and shout at guys on the street. Just for laughs, not because we really want their hot, hot lovin'.
When people say really lewd things, though, or seem serious about the catcalling, that's when it bothers me. Silliness is one thing, really thinking that catcalling is going to get you the goods is another.
See, I've never once seen a woman do it to a man unless she already knows the man and is joking around. And I think it's a bit different in New York-- we're a pedestrian city. Men will follow you on the street and keep saying "Hey, sexy," until you reply or speed up and get away.
That's a good point. Most of my experience with it has been in a college town where nobody takes it very seriously. It's just something to do to get attention. The cars vs pedestrians thing makes sense. I've only had guys follow me on foot once and it was terrifying, so I can imagine my perspective would be different if it happened to me regularly. Cars don't scare me as much.
I can say, without a doubt that my guy friends who dress up as Spartans and M (especially when he's wrestling) get the cat-calling, too. It's not as common, but I know it makes them squirmy, too.
There was this one girl at D*Con who totally came up behind my friend, Mike, and fondled his pecs. You talk about scandalized. The poor guy.
When people say really lewd things, though, or seem serious about the catcalling, that's when it bothers me. Silliness is one thing, really thinking that catcalling is going to get you the goods is another.
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That is the sound of me getting mulched under some dude's truck tires.
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There was this one girl at D*Con who totally came up behind my friend, Mike, and fondled his pecs. You talk about scandalized. The poor guy.
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