I used to love catcalls. They made me feel validated, like “Oh wow, this person thinks I’m attractive. I must look nice today.” But there’s the problem. Young girls need to feel validated by pigs. They are in a time of such immense emotional distress and insecurity that these disgusting acts make them feel better.
So here’s a big Fuck You to the guys outside the Memorial Union who made raucous remarks while staring at my ass and tried to mend my vexation with “Girl, I’m sorry!”
Fuck You to the guy blatantly gawking at my ass, and when I caught him, proceeded to tell me “Damn, your face is better."
Fuck You to the car full of guys who nearly came to a stop on a busy street just to hang out of the windows yelling obscenities at me as I tried to cross the road. “Oh girl the things I would do to you." I was wearing a comfy Gildan t-shirt with my hair in a messy ponytail.
Fuck You to any guy who finds it appropriate to harass women and make them feel uncomfortable because you sexually objectify them.