Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Phwoar...!

Date: 5 and 6 April 2011

Time: about 9pm both days

Wearing: Jacket and trousers

Location: South London street

On both of these occasions I was walking along, minding my own business, when men passing by muttered some fairly rude and intimidating things under their breath. When it's whispered, it's hardly a compliment, surely? If it's whispered so that only you can hear it, on a dark street, when there's no-one else around, it's got to be about intimidation. No guys, I do NOT feel flattered by these:

1. Guy passes me by and whispers "slag" - no, I did not mishear him and no, there's no reason I can think of why he would possibly get that impression from me as he walked past.

2. Older man sees me coming and begins to say "phwoar, baby, sexy lady". Again, a dark night and a whispered comment does not make me feel complimented.

PLEASE STOP IT!

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