There’s a catcalling issue in the Big Apple.
I’m sure it happens in most cities, especially in the warm months when clothes get shorter and tighter and construction workers get angrier because they didn’t pay attention in school, but it’s become a real problem in the city that never sleeps.
Most women don’t appreciate the attention. Most women don’t like to be eye-fucked. Most women are sane. One women thinks her gender should calm down because catcalling is all in good fun. “I JUST MADE A SEXUALLY CHARGED VERBAL ADVANCE AT A COMPLETE STRANGER LOOK HOW MUCH FUN WE’RE HAVING!”
The New York Post writer Doree Lewak wants to tell women how to feel about catcalling.
But the mystique and machismo of manly construction workers have always made my heart beat a little faster — and made my sashay a little saucier. It’s as primal as it gets, ladies! They either grunt in recognition or they go back to their coffee break. It’s not brain science — when a total stranger notices you, it’s validating.
Oh, don’t go rolling those sanctimonious eyes at me, young women of Vassar: I may court catcalls, but I hold my head high. Enjoying male attention doesn’t make you a traitor to your gender.
Isn’t feminism all about self-empowerment, anyway — or am I just lifting from an impassioned speech by a college porn star named Belle Knox?
It’s always smart to quote a porn star in an argument. They teach an entire class on it at Vassar.
Well, women aren’t too pleased about this approach, or the entire article. They’ve expressed their displeasure in the comments section and they. are. spectacular.
[via New York Post]