- Says one woman in 'Hey, ladies - catcalls are flattering! Deal with it.'
No, catcalls are not flattering. At worst - they’re an aggressive attempt to worm their way into someone’s personal space. At best - they’re the laziest form of courtship ever. There’s nothing flattering about being panted at like a dog. There’s nothing flattering about someone yelling “Hey beautiful!” to you - because they expect and want zero response from you (the silent, pretty one). It’s a verbal form of masturbation.
There’s nothing wrong with a man looking at a woman, even one he does not know, and even for a prolonged amount of time. Our eyes are on the front of our heads. But, the very second you open your mouth and try to engage me in your fantasy about how you want this tiny, non-interaction to play out - we’re done here.
There’s never been a time when I saw an attractive man on the street and I yelled some insidious comment to him, while not giving a single fuck about the response I would receive. How rude, how deluded, how aggressive.
You know what’s a polite way to show appreciation to a stranger in the street? A smile. Oh, they might not see you? Too bad. My pencil skirt does not signal an invitation to introduce yourself to me - I’m going to work.
Typewriter + flowers
Book + lavender
I really love her.