So this mediocre looking broad writes this article in National Review about all the men who find her irresistible and street harass her and it caused a mini shit storm in the comment section.
Now far be it for me to endorse crude catcalling (for one, it is really bad game). But I can't shake the feeling this broad is looking for attention and is humble bragging. Some of the commentators picked up on this as well.
Some excerpts from the article: http://www.nationalreview.com/article/38...tine-sisto
Maybe her problem is she is not attractive enough for quality guys who can spit decent game.
WYB? SIF?
Now far be it for me to endorse crude catcalling (for one, it is really bad game). But I can't shake the feeling this broad is looking for attention and is humble bragging. Some of the commentators picked up on this as well.
Some excerpts from the article: http://www.nationalreview.com/article/38...tine-sisto
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No, Catcalling Is Definitely Not Flattery
Why conservative skeptics are wrong about street harassment.
By Christine Sisto
I’m sorry, fellas, but the feminists have it right this time: Catcalling needs to end and the conservatives need to stop defending it.
In the beginning of the Vocative video, a young woman says, “It’s constant, it’s inescapable, it’s hard to get away from.” “Inescapable” is the perfect word to describe street harassment. Contrary to popular belief, it doesn’t matter what a woman wears or how she walks or what she’s doing — she will still be singled out in public as a sex object.
Before you even say it, let me beat you to the punch. No, I do not dress like a skank, and this is an argument I hear too often — that women are dressing a certain way because they want the attention is simply an excuse to allow men to continue to misbehave. I was not the kind of 13-year-old who wanted to be 25 and dressed like it. That day in the restaurant, I was not dressed in any way that was meant to attract a man’s attention. I wore Limited Too when I was thirteen, not Abercrombie & Fitch.
[Dusty: one of the commentators found her pic on Linkedin. This is her profile pic in Linkedin. I kid you not. Look at that cleavage. https://www.linkedin.com/pub/christine-s...b/972/805]
At the end of the Vocativ video, all of the women agree that the men that have verbally assaulted them seem proud of their work. “I think that most women who have been assaulted know this look,” one woman says, speaking about a “smirk” on the face of her abuser, “It’s ‘I’m getting off on you being uncomfortable.’” This is exactly why catcalling upsets me enough to write this piece. The practice is not about flattering a woman; it’s about power.
During a previous job, I worked on a political campaign in my home neighborhood in Brooklyn. A supermarket was being built during my tenure on the campaign, right next door to the campaign office. The verbal abuse from the construction workers was relentless. I know “literally” gets misused, but literally every time I exited the building, the construction workers would shout at me. Sometimes, their words were tame, “Hey baby,” but eventually their catcalls became more graphic. Because I worked for an elected official, I held back from my normal response, which was to drop every curse word listed in Urban Dictionary. Eventually, I asked my boss to speak to the supervisor at the construction site and the abuse ended — for about a week. They never spoke to me again, but they did make it a point to drop what they were doing, run to the fence and stare at me, often chuckling under their breaths. I don’t believe that those construction workers were trying to give me a compliment. I’ve never met a man that cared that strongly about flattering someone.
Everyday experiences aren’t like the one just described — the main problem, in fact, is how constant the comments are. People say, “hey honey” and other seemingly innocent platitudes to me, conservatively, once a week. It is exhausting being embarrassed that much.
Every time I pass a group of men, loitering along a sidewalk, my throat seizes up, and I think, “Please let them just leave me alone.” My prayers are often not met and when they do shout, I think, “Will they just shout, or will it get worse? They’re not following me, are they?”
Guys, I see attractive men all the time, but I don’t feel an urge to loudly request to see their genitalia while they walk to Barnes & Noble with their mothers. (Yep, that happened to me, too.) No one can stop you from looking, but you choose to take the effort to make us uncomfortable, and that, I think, is the most hurtful thing of all.
Maybe her problem is she is not attractive enough for quality guys who can spit decent game.
WYB? SIF?
Take care of those titties for me.