catcallers
My favorite thing to do these days is yell "Ha," in response to catcallers, though even that doesn't always do the trick.
racism
He says, “Don’t make me hit you.” He may be ’roided out, judging from his Jose Canseco-like biceps. “Go ahead,” I hiss. “Show everyone on this street what a gentleman you are.”
i'll try anything once
Since my impromptu street lessons had no effect, I wondered if men would be more receptive to talking about why this behavior is problematic in the only context in which they related to women: overt flirtation.
catcallers
I grew up learning that the only way to deal with bullies is to ignore them, the sort of I'm-rubber-you're-glue rhetoric that conflict-avoiders love. To acknowledge a fear of catcalling strangers, even among friends, feels a bit like letting the bullies win.