Last night, on my way home from the gym, I got catcalled by a group of men.
Which really isn’t all that unusual. Women are often targeted by brutish hollers and wolf-whistles as we go about our daily lives. Even if we’ve just come off the elliptical machine and are drenched with sweat.
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Sometimes the catcalls are jovial, funny even. Sometimes they’re explicit. Sometimes they’re just downright offensive. Always, they’re intended to make a person feel uncomfortable.
And last night, when three young men made degrading comments about my body, I felt exactly that.
Uncomfortable. Painfully so.
“You shouldn’t cover them up.”
“You shouldn’t be covering those puppies up. You should let them breathe.”
“Pretty sexy legs, too.”