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PSA for dudes who catcall…

1. Don’t catcall at me while I’m walking with my daughter. I’m caring for her and spending time with her. Don’t insinuate yourself into my time with her. Don’t talk about how she takes after her “hot momma” you disgusting pedophile. Don’t diminish her existence to an obvious display that her momma puts out. Don’t force me to have to explain to her why an ugly, disgusting human is making cat sounds at me, because then I have to explain sexism, sex, sexual harassment, and all the difficulties she is going to have to overcome, even before I’ve built up the parts of her character that need to be in place to tackle those. She’s too young for that, and you’re an asshole.

2. Don’t catcall at me when I am walking with my SO. Don’t disrespect my relationship, the thing that makes up a tremendous amount of my character. Don’t diminish my best friend to some kind of machismo display of virility. And when I tell you I’m married and to piss off, don’t say “That’s okay, we can share” and further disrespect me by essentially calling me a whore to be traded or that you want to watch me and my SO get it on for your comfort. My relationship doesn’t exist for your lust.

3.  Don’t catcall at me unless you really want me to cuss you out in public. It’s disgusting. It makes me feel gross. It isn’t a fucking compliment. It’s an indication that I mean nothing to you and am only good as far as my body gets you off. No one wants to feel that. No one wants to feel like nothing they are matters. I don’t dress how I dress to fulfill your fantasies. I dress the way I dress to fulfill mine.

Also…just a word to the wise…don’t call me a bitch for telling you to fuck off. You are a gross piece of shit who cannot have meaningful relationships with women because you don’t respect them. That’s on you. I don’t give a good god damn how attractive you are or think you are. I don’t care how much money you have or how you dress. I don’t give a shit about your car, your job, or how successful you are. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. I am utterly and completely disgusted with this behavior and the assumptions it makes about my character.

Don’t do it. It’s fucked up. You’re an asshole. You’re not complimenting a girl. You’re calling her a piece of meat, a masturbation tool, and you’re disrespecting all her relationships. You deserve no sympathy, no gratification, no friendship.

I don’t owe you a single glance.

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