I cannot even explain, outside of screeching and hair-pulling, the aggravation and disgust I feel when guys whistle, howl, or woof out their car windows as I walk by.
Guys: IT'S NOT HOT. I WILL NOT DO YOU. It doesn't exactly turn a girl on to be treated like a piece of meat. I am not a hooker and I do not appreciate it.
I appreciate it the least when I am sprinting in 100 degree heat down a busy street swearing under my breath because I am almost late, yet again, to my temporary job and have sweat spots under my arms and my feet hurt because I am in heels. A woman shouldn't be held responsible for her actions when she's under that kind of stress and some gross punk in a Toyota honks or hollers at me from his car as he's driving by.
It's disgusting. Please stop.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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Remember when that guy whistled at you in Minneapolis last summer, and I said, "Thanks!" and smiled at him. Then he tried to explain while his car was driving past that he was whistling at YOU, but I was like, "I can't hear you! Come back!!" hahah!
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