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Wait, Did You Just Catcall Me?

I honestly never thought I would write this article. I didn’t ever think there would be a need to address something so ridiculous, purely to explain why something is so ridiculous. But after the Supercar weekend, (yes I am stereotyping here but it happened more times over the weekend then it has over my entire life) I thought maybe there’s a breakdown in definition and communication. This article stems from a personal experience. A gentleman approached me, whilst I was at work, and said “hey baby I bet I could rev your engine *insert wink* *sleazy lick of the lips*”. After screaming with rage internally I replied “you know women actually hate it when they are catcalled, it’s actually disgusting, patronising and violating, don’t”. His only response was – “what does catcalling mean, I don’t own a cat”.

So maybe that’s it. When every single major news outlet and online blog is reporting just how much women hate to be catcalled, are (a select portion) of men around the world thinking the term has something (anything) to do with the physical act of actually calling cats? Either that or a select portion of the male population is just vastly bigheaded and ignorant.

So let’s break it down, stop all this confusion because I believe in the benefit of the doubt. I mean, you wouldn’t continue doing something that makes someone feel vulnerable or uncomfortable would you? No because you’re a fully grown adult and a functioning member of society. Here are some definitions care of the internet:

  • “…Making noises at a woman you’ve never met for the purposes of publicly displaying your uncontainable sexual exuberance”
  • “Make a whistle, shout, or comment of a sexual nature to a woman passing by”.
  • “Judging a woman’s appearance from afar and make a loud comment which suggests you would like to sleep with her regardless of her wants, desires, or intentions”.
  • “Being a perverted dickhead and sleazy human being”

Some examples of catcalls (which I have experienced personally)

  • Oi baby why don’t you smile huh, you’d be much hotter if you did
  • Where are you going all by yourself huh want some company baby?
  • Yeaahhh
  • I don’t mean to offend you but you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
  • Tits out for the boys
  • The things I would do to you
  • Damn did you just see that. I’d tap that.
  • Come back to my place and I’ll show you a thing or two
  • Reckon you can handle all of me
  • *Wolf Whistle*
  • *Laying down on the pavement and simulating sex*

For those more visually inclined here’s a video

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These, or variations of, can come from car windows, balconies, or footpaths. Catcalling also doesn’t discriminate, it seems that things like socio economic background, race, and profession do not determine what makes a catcaller. But hey, now that we all know what catcalling is, STOP DOING THAT THING.

Women don’t need someone yelling at them from afar to know how good their ass looks in those jeans. We know. We bought them. And wear them because we like them, not to please anyone else and especially not to become a soundboard for your best frat boy impression. But what do we know? I mean we are just silly women after all… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On a more serious note, think about this… If you were walking home alone, just trying to get from A to B and a group of individuals decided to point you out, follow you, make unwanted advances towards you, treat you as though you were a piece of meat, how would you feel? Not great? Welcome to the flipping club.

If you’re a guy and you’re walking with a woman and she get’s catcalled, please don’t tell her to “take it as a compliment, they’re are only being nice” (thanks Camp Cope for the inspo). This is not what she wants to hear nor what you should even think about saying.

Bottom line? Stop catcalling women in the street! It isn’t a compliment, it makes you look like a dickhead and the last thing I would want to do is sleep with someone who yells “DAT ASS” from across the street but can’t even look me in the eye.

Written by Laura Kebby

I write words about talented people doing talented things, and translate chatter by putting pen to paper.

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