Object(ion?)
Tonight, I needed it. Most days when I’m grocery shopping, going for a run or just puttzing around my yard, I get rather annoyed when I hear catcalls, whistles or get honked at. I’ve never really understood this…
Is there anything ever gained from catcalling, whistling or honking… I’m skeptical. I’ve never been successfully picked up by a guy who whistles my way. And I’ve never given my number to someone who has tried to get my attention while he’s behind the wheel, let alone while he’s obnoxiously blaring his horn. It must be an ego thing.
Most days, I object to being objectified. When met with these seemingly misogynistic gestures, these men would be met with a gesture of their own, courtesy of moi. Usually, I’m inclined to make a face, a fist and a finger might make a cameo. I might even throw up in my mouth a little.
But tonight, I’m going to take them as a compliment. A much needed compliment. Tonight was extra nice—I was even chased down…but sorry for him, he was likely stoned and therefore a slug. No match for my whistle-worthy legs.
You see, most self-respecting women do not like being objectified. As far as we women have come in the last century alone, the last thing many feminists (such as myself) want is to be considered a sex object by random men.
But, some days…some nights… when a woman, even a feminist, is PMSing, having an “ugly� day, or retaining a ridiculous amount of water, she wants to feel desirable. And whatever she can get, she’ll gladly take. So this is a sincere thank-you to the men out there who made some woman’s day by simply sending her a modern day mating call.
On behalf of all of the women out there who are a walking paradox, thank you.
xx
Sandy
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