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.
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.”
My favorite thing to do these days is yell "Ha," in response to catcallers, though even that doesn't always do the trick.
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.