The primary flaw in men in regards to how we treat women is that we seem to think they crave our approval.
We think that they want us to walk up to them and say, “Hey, you’re lookin’ good today.” As well we think sitting and commenting on them as they walk by is also appropriate. We think their existence hinges on our constant balking on their appearance.
It doesn’t.
In fact they rather hate it. Sure, a polite comment from a friend or co-worker is pleasant. But you are not a friend, and though you may want to be, the only thing they want is to mace you in face and smile as you roll around in pain.
Catcalling, which is the act of shouting things like “oh mamma,” and the more modern, “damn girl, you be looking fine,” are seen as compliments made by men who get upset when people tell them it’s perverted. Pioneered by New York City construction workers in the early 19th century, it is an archaic “gesture” that’s purpose is oddly enough even more dated.
Women don’t want to have to walk down the street as eye candy for men who’s idea of taking a woman on a date is splitting a check at Applebee’s. Women are not YouTube videos; they don’t need our comments.
Now I’m sure there haven’t been many legal cases stemming from catcalling, but that’s because it’s not a crime. In fact if you walk around campus you would think that it doesn’t exist and everyone is overreacting. Truth is it’s just become whispered.
A pretty woman walks into the library and some guy with his friend whispers to him, “God did you see that?!” As if women are UFOs.
Then men in defense throw out the excuse, “Well dressing like that they’re asking for it.” This is the exact reasoning some people use to justify rape.
Asking for it? What is this, “The Walking Dead?” Women shouldn’t have to be dressed in S.W.A.T. gear or risk unwanted attention. Good God.
It’s creepy and a violation. Here they are walking down the street and then some dope makes a suggestive comment and now she has to continue on uncomfortably knowing there’s a gross bloke back there that is picturing her sexually.
Like your hands your words need to be kept to themselves. Sure, men are biologically perverted and everyone knows that and has been working very hard to relegate it solely to the brain. It’s one thing to think, “God she’s attractive,” and another to blurt out something gross like a baby vomiting pea soup.
So, future adult men of Wyoming, please keep your mouth shut. I implore you, every time you think of saying something you think is nice, stop. Every time you think a whistle will get you laid, stop. Every time you think staring blankly like a robotic serial killer will get you an inviting smirk, stop. After you’ve stopped then you have my permission to die…or continue with your day, if you want.
Women are independent and strong and do not need your approval, let alone in the form of crass and downright uncreative slurs. They know they’re looking good everyday they leave the house. That’s why they left the house in the first place.
