I appreciate that my gym has a lady gym, but regret that the journey to it always feels like walking a gauntlet of visual inspection by thirsty men. Gawking men undressing women with their eyes despite what they wear makes me nervous and uncomfortable. For a while, I thought I would be able to handle it, but every time it happens I am always so enraged. The encounters make me feel small and almost like a piece of meat.
Two weeks ago while I was in Bucharest walking down the street near a construction site, I was met with the usual catcalling. A switch flipped and I just couldn’t help it. I stuck out my middle finger at them. I guess I had reached my breaking point.
Most men fail to realise that women don’t like their unsolicited and over zealous attempts to get our attention. They fail to comprehend that women dress the way they do so as to indulge their personal moods.