So if you can’t tell I’m going to be addressing catcalling. If you don’t know what that means here is the definition: cat•call: verb; make a whistle, shout, or comment of a sexual nature to a woman passing by.
You can experience catcalling more by being alone, but still no matter who or how many people you’re with it can happen.
In my opinion it is DISGUSTING and no women would like to be sexualized just by walking down the street going somewhere. No matter what outfit a woman wears justifies her sexual nature or who she is. If she wants to wear close to nothing guys still have no right to catcall her.
I expercienced catcalling A LOT when I was walking in Vegas by myself to see my friend a mile away. I wanted to save money and get some exercise so I prefered the long walks opposed to a taxi (since ubers are not in las vegas).
So I was casually walking, wearing high waisted black jeans, black booties, and a black t-shirt crop top, and was on the phone with my friend the whole mile. About half way through I stopped, because of a red light and there was a truck with 4-5 GROWN (25ish) men whistling, winking, waving, and yelling towards me. I just ignored them but they kept yelling at me saying “wave at us” so I did just to make them stop and when the light turned green so I could walk, unfortunately in front of their truck, I did and they continually whistled forcing me to feel so uncomfortable. Continuing on there was this guy I passed and he said to me “Wow you’re extremely beautiful”. He was probably 20, but that was way better than him saying something in a sexual nature about my appearance.
I finally reached my friend and we hung out for a while and then it was finally 9pm so I decided to walk back (1.5 miles) to my hotel. I used Google Maps, because I do not know Vegas that well so it saved me from having to look up so much. While walking a couple cars drove passed me rolling their windows down and whistling and honking. That made me even more uncomfortable, because they went out of their way to just whistle in a sexual way. Also walking back a guy walked passed me winking and saying that I was hot, which I was because it was 90 something degrees and I was wearing all black HAHA. This next one made me the MOST scared and I was about to call the cops if anything else happened. I stopped at Starbucks to get something to drink since I ran out of water and I walked out enjoying my drink and this car pulls into the parking lot I’m walking by. He is around 30 and says “Woah you are fine” and I ignore him. He continues saying “I complimented you. C’mon you’re hot”. I say thanks and continue walking and he starts walking the parking lot, parallel to me. He then starts to walk closer saying “Oh let me get some of that coffee you got. Can’t you share some with me?”. I yell back no hoping he stops, but no he starts walking closer to me saying “Can I at least get your number or you can put mine in that phone of yours?”. I immediately stop and tell him I’m a minor and have a boyfriend (I really don’t) and if he continues I’m calling the cops and he runs back to his car. I freak out by myself and stop at another red light where a guy on his bike tells me I’m attractive, so I say thanks and then quickly start crossing the street. I was a block away from the hotel and luckily the only other thing that occured was a girl yelling about her boyfriend with him behind her telling me she’s crazy.
That was my Vegas catcalling experience and it hasn’t been the only time that’s happened to me, but it really made an impact on how I view things. Just keep in mind I’m not even 18 yet and I only had half an inch to none of my stomach showing and barely any of my chest. Men still sexualized a minor who was covered of mainly.
It baffles me people think it’s okay, because no woman wants to be degraded just by walking down the street. That’s all I have to say on this now.
Catcalls make us feel unsafe. Catcalls remind us that, at any moment, even when we feel safe, we could be assaulted. Even if we were all superwomen, capable of dodging all harm, catcalls tell us that we’re only objects, waiting to be objectified by the next brazen creep who walks by.