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I run a few feminist public Facebook pages and on occasion someone sends the page an article or a random Craigslist post. Today, I received this gem of a post found on the Seattle “Missed Connections” section and thought you might enjoy it as much as I did.
Hey boys…remember me?
Long red hair. 34-DDD, about 125 pounds. Banging curves in tight jeans and heels–walking to my Silver Ford on Saturday afternoon about 3:30.
Because I remember you. Two guys in a white pickup truck, stopped in traffic at the light on Valentine. You started honking your horn, and the blonde guy in the passenger seat rolled down the window and shouted at me, “YEAH, SHAKE THAT ASS BABY! OH F*CK YEAH! OWWWWW!!!!!” All the noise you made caused other drivers to turn and stare. The light changed and you drove off honking before I could reply!!!!! So now I’m turning to Missed Connections in case fate somehow delivers this to you.
First of all, I know I look good. I know it from all the f*cking unsolicited male attention that I get from you types of guys–the leering looks in the grocery aisle. Lewd gestures from drivers who pass by me on my morning jog. One night I even once had an elderly male neighbor outside my computer-room window with his d*ck in his hand (he was prosecuted for that one, since my husband happened to witness it as well). So yeah, I’m aware that men seem unable to politely express that they find me attractive. I didn’t appreciate the catcall, and neither did my husband or our two sons who happened to be sitting and waiting for me in the silver Ford.
What goes through your head when you catcall a woman? And yeah, I’m a WOMAN. Not some naive girl who needs the approval of idiot strangers for my self-esteem. I’m 35 years old and have had to deal with the comments since my tits became noticeable in 5th grade, and boys started snapping my bra straps. I’m sick of it, ok? Too much of my life has been being polite to guys who think d*ck pics are an acceptable form of flirtation and can’t make eye contact during casual conversation with a woman. Too much of my love has been wasted on boys and men who only wanted me for my body and not the woman inside it. The only time in my life where I WASN’T subject to this bullshit was shortly after my first son was born–when I weighed 240 pounds–rendering me invisible and depressed and ashamed of myself.
Hear that? You were catcalling a fat girl–240 pounds just ten short years ago! Size 18, easily! And you know what else??? I was the same person then as I am now, only pricks like you would call me “fatty” or scoff at the thought of dating a divorced single-mother who wore plus-size “mom” jeans. But when I found trail-running to be a great stress reliever AND workout, the weight shed like a snake losing her skin. Its been liberating and I’ve put in a sh*t-ton of work into whittling these curves down for my own health and well-being. And guess what? I didn’t do it for your viewing pleasure or to be put on display, thanks to your charming opinion of the way I “shake” it. And I certainly didn’t do it to be harassed by a couple of f*cking dumbasses while I go about my day.
I think I mentioned earlier that I’m somebody’s MOTHER. You were catcalling somebody’s MOTHER. Would you want douchebags in big trucks commenting on YOUR MOTHER’S ass???? Probably not. Well, my two little boys will hopefully have more respect for girls and women in their pinkie-fingers than either of you have in your shriveled little heads. So, if you’re reading this, please feel free to apologize to every female who has ever loved you or touched your sorry d*ck. Apologize to them for taking them for granted and treating them like objects instead of people. They deserve better than you.
So I’m sorry you guys had to drive off so fast, leaving me standing on the sidewalk without a chance to retort.
F*ck off.
Sincerely,
Women Everywhere
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