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Wow. This is something with which I've had a good amount of experience. Things called out to me range from a somewhat shy "Excuse me. I just wanted to tell you that you are beautiful," to a somewhat intimidating "Love, love, love, hey sweet love, make sweet love," or "Mm, mm, mm--you fine" and still to a threatening, "Put some GODDAMNED clothes on!" or "Run bitch, run bitch, run!" [I had plenty of clothes on; I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.]
I will admit to being flattered by comments like the first--ones that are just a very general almost sterilized appreciation of appearance.
I'm made very uncomfortable by any "compliment," no matter the tone, that focuses on any one part of my appearance that is more sexualized than my face ("ass," "tits," "legs"). The calls that could be compared to the middle one ("make sweet love"), which is most of them, make me extremely uncomfortable and very self-conscious of my body. The ones like the last, maybe it's the tone with which they are said, have frightened me so much that I cried. It's not just the things that are said; it's the whole effect of body language, tone of voice, proximity, time of day and other things in conjunction with the actual words that provoke my different reactions. For example: "Put some GODDAMNED clothes on!" was shouted angrily at me at night, out of a car, and the driver slammed on the breaks.
I'm not sure what their motivation is--in every case but the first, I refuse to accept that the comments are meant just as a compliment. I'm not sure if I should talk back to them or not; whether or not I should, I'm too scared to do that, and so I just continue on walking, running, whatever, pretending to ignore them.
Something else to note: I've very rarely received the intimidating cat-calls in the suburbs. When I lived in the suburbs and someone would yell at me (shoot, it must have only happened 4 or 5 times [from strangers] in the entire 21 years that I lived in the suburbs), I would be really confused; it was so unfamiliar. The times when it did happen, the power dynamic wasn't just from them being men, and me being a girl; there was often a pretty large age discrepency.
When I moved into a city, I almost never had a day without at least one cat call. It has changed how I dress; I dress to make myself unnoticeable.
I don't believe that comments meant solely as compliments would have this result. |
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