Are Construction Workers Your Last Hope?
Almost every day last week I bitched and bitched about the guys on the street that whistle, ogle, propose… you know, the usual crap that happens at the start of the warm weather.
I’ve actually gotten to the point where I’ve considered walking around with a water gun filled with grape juice, or maybe urine just to teach these idiots a lesson. Yes, I know that sounds extreme, but it pisses me off so much that my blood starts to boil. I do realize that since this type of behavior has gone on for as long as any of us can remember, there’s probably nothing any of us can do.
OK, so I have to live with this crap, but what’s really disturbing to me is what some friends said to me during my rant. They don’t seem to mind that kind of attention. They actually feel that when the construction guys stop cat calling… it means that your looks are gone. Huh?!?!?!?
Aren’t we smarter than that? Aren’t New York women more confident than that?
I can NOT begin to tell you how sad that statement is to me. What difference does it make if some idiot on the street that you wouldn’t date if someone paid you does or doesn’t give you attention. That has GOT to be the most backwards way of thinking.
Am I crazy or does anyone else feel this way.
Oh, and if anyone tries that water gun trick, let me know how it works.
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anyone who relies on catcalls and gross remarks from strangers on the street to feel good about herself has major insecurity issues.
I second Doris. I had a friend like this once. She and another friend of ours were shopping in a grocery store and an old woman (not a construction worker admittedly) went up to the other friend and said “Hey! You’ve got a great rack!” Totally pervy and uncalled for, but my friend was jealous (”I’ve got a nice rack, tooooooooo.”). Oh, and she was also jealous when she heard our other harrassment stories. I thought she was an isolated case at first, but no - seriously, it’s so sad when people think like this.