I just… of course catcalling happens. A lot. When I was a kid 13 years ago, and my friends and I were 12 girls my age were getting catcalled by passing cars. It really kills the mood of any damn conversation you’re trying to have. I did notice it less as I grew up, but I assumed that was a combination of growing social isolation and the fact that when I wasn’t a little kid anymore guys were increasingly more reluctant to catcall when a grown man is next to the woman.
Like, I can understand if you’re just naive and grew up in the '70s and thought things have gotten better since then, or did it when you were a teen and assumed everyone grew out of it. But that’s not what’s going on here. What’s going on here is flat denial.
3-5 years ago when I regularly transported college-aged men to school it was bad enough that I had to explicitly instate a no-catcalling policy in my car. I literally instated a no windows down in the car policy for a while because they were talking about doing it so much. I actually kicked a guy out of my car to walk two miles home once because he didn’t listen. Admittedly, suggesting they do it at some point became worse solely as a game of razzing me because it pissed me off so much, but it never would have come up if they weren’t planning on doing it in the first place. Catcalling fucking happens.
One thing I can say is that it frequently isn’t about power or degradation or “being noticed” or any other such rationalization. A lot of guys legitimately think it’s a compliment to ask a woman to sit on their face. Or at least think it’s an innocent joke that will make them laugh. It’s not. It’s obnoxious, and as a joke it’s like calling a grown woman named Sierra “Misty” – she’s heard it before, it’s long lost any humor it may have had (none). And here’s the thing – it’s not a compliment if the other person doesn’t think it’s a compliment. Sorry.
I mean, look guys. Maybe you are just friendly and say hi to everyone. Most women can tell a catcall from a polite hello. And even if they can’t, well, at some point you have to have the self confidence to accept that it’s not on you. By all means, introspect and consider you’re doing something wrong. However, if you really are legitimately friendly to both sexes passing on the street, you also have to accept that maybe you passed a woman having a bad day, or who had a bad experience with a street stranger. It’s unfortunate, but neither of you did anything wrong in that situation. Nothing is unfair, it’s unfortunate that your greeting got misread and it’s unfortunate that she didn’t let the greeting brighten her day.
I’ve been snarked at by one or two women for holding open the door for them (I hold open the door for like… everyone), but I’m not going to complain that the evil feminazis are ruining basic politeness. It certainly didn’t feel good to get snarked at, or accused of upholding some outdated chivalrous code. But most of the time people appreciate my door opening, and while I’m very sorry it hurt some people, I have to accept that I know for myself that I didn’t do anything wrong.
So ask yourself: are you friendly? Equally? To both men and women on the street? If so, congratulations, you’re not part of the problem. Sometimes you may be mistaken for the problem and I’m sorry, but you should be working on combatting the actual problem. If your “gd’day ma’am” is truly courteous, then it’ll be much more fruitful for you to create a society where that righteousness is obvious than it will be to try and work out a system where people can’t be concerned about actual fucking problems just in case they miss out on how nice you’re being to them at the intersection of 3rd and Maple every Tuesday.