I've decided its time to do something productive with the all the cat calls I receive in New York City. Its incredible how often it happens and how oblivious many normal, respectful men are of this occurrence because it rarely happens in front of them (but when it does, its particularly shocking).
I used to think that maybe it was provoked by how a girl looks or what she's wearing but over the years I've discovered that it makes little difference whether the girl is scantily-clad or bundled up for winter. I also realize that cat calls can happen to men as well but its less frequent unless you are in Chelsea!
Cat calls happen very often, especially in big cities but, of course, I don't get them everyday. So, if you have a cat call that you would want to share, please send them to me so I can keep posting as close to a daily basis as possible. Please include place, time and a name (fake if you so desire). Photo as well, if you are particularly daring.
So let me start this blog off with a fairly innocuous cat call:
Saturday night, I was walking down Ave B between 4th and 5th streets in Manhattan wearing my winter coat and my big, puffy, fake-fur hat that makes me look as though I am prepared for the Tundra. A guy who was apparently working for a film crew stopped and called out, "Hey! Can I wear your hat? My ears are cold!"
Now this was one of the less offensive calls that I've gotten over the years but I still shook my head with amazement. Who are these men who call out to random, female strangers? Do they expect a response? A conversation? A friendship? Love???
No, dude! Put on some hand-earmuffs for what I'm about to say: "FUCK OFF!"
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