I just went to the supermarket, and on my way home I got cat-called from a car. I told a female friend this yesterday and her first response was, “Oh my god, what were you wearing?” so I’ll address that completely irrelevant question here: long-sleeved baggy top, baggy jeans; it was laundry day so I looked awful.

Anyway what really bothers me about it is that it knocked me back for all of about three seconds while I glared at the car and then I went back to my usual bubbly self – which is fine, that’s great – but I thought to myself, “Well, at least being catcalled from a (fast-moving car is like the least scary form of street harassment.” Even I’M normalising this stuff now. That can’t be a good thing.

It’s not normal, it’s not acceptable, and it’s sleazy as all get-out, so guys: I’m not saying “if you’re going to catcall, do it from a car.” I’m saying, “Please. Just. Stop.” I don’t have time to waste on dealing with your rubbish. I’m just trying to do my shopping.

- Anonymous

Location: Canterbury, UK

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