badbadrubberpiggy, that reminds me of the time I was at a toll booth, and the attendant told me I was his angel. He then said, “Now you know I’m not flirting with you or anything. Because you don’t do that with angels. I just wanted to say you’re beautiful.”
I thought it was sweet.
You’re not the only one…
My wife and I were running on the shoulder of Birch Bay Drive in beautiful Birch Bay, Washington (well, it is beautiful - the inhabitants are another story) when a pickup (it’s always a pickup) came up from behind us and someone yelled “Off the road, faggots!”
Ok, my wife has short hair, but looks exactly nothing like a man. Perhaps the inability to tell the difference between males and females is what keeps some people yelling from their pickups and not, you know, dating.
And we were off the road, well onto the dirt shoulder. Was it really so necessary to “out” my wife as a “faggot” that you were forced to yell something that wasn’t even taking place?
Beer is too cheap, in my opinion.
Actually, the “Fuck you, I’m in a car” translation of gibberish comes from experiences when we’d be walking around in mixed-gender groups. So in this case, it’s against pedestrians, not women in specific.
Coincidentally, yesterday my 18 year old daughter came home from work and said she wasn’t sure whether she ought to be upset or pleased at being catcalled, as had just happened to her. When I started to mention my experience with kids yelling at me out cars, she insisted on distinguishing that from someone commenting on my attractiveness - something that clearly never would happen to me!
Thanks a lot, kid! How soon can you leave for college?
I had a German girlfriend about twelve years ago who told me her story of walking down a street in the Logan Square neighborhood and, as a black dude passed by her, he turned back with a wolf whistle, yelling “Man, girl, you are fat!” with an unusually positive tone of voice and a smile on his face. She was utterly befuddled by the disconnect between the apparent insult and cat call. Later, some friends explained to her (and I confirmed) that the word he was using was “phat,” not “fat,” and had a very different meaning, mostly used in African-American slang (at least I have never heard a white person use that term unironically). A free ESL lesson in practice, courtesy of the street.
The word itself, I want to say, dates to at least the early 90s, if not late 80s, so it’s not out of the question Anaamika’s experience of the word might be using this meaning. I get the sense it’s a bit outmoded these days, but I’m not as closely connected to current slang as I used to be, so someone else will have to weigh in. The acronym explanations of the etymology (“pretty hot and tasty” and its variants) smell fishy to me, and the most sensible explanation to me would be that it’s a spelling variant of “fat”, with the word being subverted in the way “bad” means “good” or something likewise positive.
Same thing happened to me, and I’m a guy. I was 19 and walking down a street in the Bronx; 3 women about age 30 came up behind me, made kissy sounds and other rude noises; then one of them pinched my butt. Weird - and as much as I would have thought a 19 year old guy would LIKE that sort of thing, it turns out I didn’t.
I guess this would be a half-way quote but back when I had a white girlfriend for a good two years (06) and seeming as though there’s not a lot of walking goin on in Motown, in the summer time when we were in the droptop I would either get “NIGGGGGGGEEEERRRRRRR” or she would get “NIGGER LOVVVEEERRRRRR” from ussually young speeding passerbys. All we would do was laugh… I guess some things never change.
I was walking my dog once, and a teenage girl on the far side of a four-lane road leaned out the window of an SUV and screamed, “I LOVE YOUR DOG!”
Which is understandable. He’s very lovable. But how many other people can say that their dog has been catcalled?
Catcalls? I never in my whole life even had someone whistle at me.
Oh sure many women and even a couple of men have looked in my direction and puckered up their lips but what came out of their mouths was an entirely different noise all together.
I don’t know how many times I’ve told people that I love their dogs. I don’t scream it, though. I don’t scream things, unless it’s something like “Your hair is on fire!” or “Fire in the hole!” or something similarly urgent.
I thought of this thread last weekend. I was driving with several friends in the car. One guy in the backseat had his window down. As I drove slowly through a small town (Petrolia, PA), he leaned out the window and yelled, “Hey, nice tits!”.
To an obese, shirtless dude who was standing in his front yard. It was embarrassing, but he claimed (correctly, I guess) that the guy had the most impressive manboobs he had ever seen, and he was obviously flaunting his rack by going topless.
I held my breath during the return trip, but he was not outside.
See, I’ve always found this weird. When I was pregnant with my first son, some guy hit on me at the gym while I was wearing a bathing suit and waiting for a lane to open up so I could do some laps. I was in pretty good shape, but dammit, I was five or six months pregnant, and it was pretty obvious. He had been eyeing me earlier, so I thought that maybe he didn’t realize that I was pregnant and married. Plus, he was creeping me out, even though I was trying really hard to ignore him. So I sat down on a nearby bench to wait and stuck my gut out. He sat down and snugged up very close to me and asked me if I was married. When I said yes, he asked me out anyway.
I’m pregnant with #2 right now (around 6 1/2 mos) and still sometimes get hit on, even though I’m in slightly worse shape (about a size 12) and not nearly as young as I was with #1. Maybe there are many more fetishists out there than I previously realized? Or perhaps they just think our husbands won’t do us, so we’re desperate for it?
Other memorable moments include:
-Going into Home Depot a few months ago to pick up a particular power tool I’d been eyeballing. When I stopped an older gentleman for help, he walked me over to the tool I was looking for, offered to help me learn to use it, then when I smiled politely and said I was already aware of how to use it, he said, “Okay, darlin’. I’m just glad I could make you smile. You know, if you give me a half hour, I could make you smile even more.” At this point, my smile vanished and I turned and walked away.
-Getting my ass grabbed in a Starbucks last year by some guy in a tie while I was waiting to place an order. I stepped up to the cashier and asked very loudly, “So, is it common to get an ass-grabbing along with my mocha, or is this guy just giving me a free service?” The guy behind me turned and left. I can only imagine he’d been hitting the sauce early or something.
Free service, FYI, but you are encouraged to tip. 
Was the Home Depot guy a store employee? :eek:
Possible retort: “Sorry, he’s married!”. 
Yes, it was a store employee. At the time, I was trying to decide which was worse: that I was being hit on by someone about 30 years older than me or that he also worked there. I probably should have talked to management, but I just didn’t think about it at the time. All I wanted was to get my Dremmel and leave.
heh. That was what gramps was talking about. The ole Dremel…
That would be a good doper name.
Someone once called be “Nerd!” from their car which is pretty lame as insults go.
Aww, give him a break, he’s learning.
I havn’t been "Niggerlover"d since the last time I was in the US. At first it was annoying - then I got all self righteous about it - the three of us friends were cycling - the two guys made it through the lights but me and the niggerlovershouter got held up at the red light so I banged on his window going “Yea, I’m the niggerlover - what do you want.” I can still see his panicked expression. He’s AFRAID of niggerlovers really!
Another racial one - I would drive home after work late at night past a certain corner - from the group of guys there one would have to shout out: “Hey you fucking white 'scunt!” I just kept driving until one night I put a stop to it mwuhahahah, I skreetched the brakes, backed up and said: “Hey fellas - my 'scunt’s PINK!” They like me now. :dubious:
Me pushing the baby in the pram
Kerb crawling comdedian: Wanna go halves on another one?
Obligatory “The City” link (though I’d prefer the one with envious Miss Plastic-Tits but it’s not online).