I know that, as a feminist, I’m supposed to dislike catcalling. However, the truth is that I sort of like it. It feels good to know I’ve still got it.
For example, I was putting my son into his dad’s car earlier and a guy driving by rolled down his window and yelled, “Damn, girl!” at me. I looked at my ex and giggled. (He looked annoyed. Haha.)
I figure I may as well enjoy it while it lasts.