A White Girl Explains Why Catcalling Is … Fucking Creepy!

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Why can’t some men understand this? Being catcalled is like walking in your own home, and finding a stranger — not in the street (1st degree of boundaries with a stranger), not in your driveway (2nd degree), not standing at your door (3rd degree), not even in your living room (4th degree),but — in your fucking bed, completely in the nude. And, just as you enter the room, he goes:

“Excuse-me” (Hah, he broke five degrees of boundaries, but… maybe he’s got some manners after all). And then he says:
“May I touch your pussy?”

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!

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In guy’s terms, here is what goes on in the girl’s mind in that moment:

Picture your favorite sports team playing an away game, and getting thrashed, literally getting their asses handed to them, their worst defeat ever.

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As if this wasn’t enough, their star player gets manhandled and fouled against so many times. And you know what? The referee doesn’t give a shit.

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And as if all this still wasn’t enough, the whole team gets booed, sprinkled with gatorade, water, and all sorts of questionable liquids…

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…as they walk out the ice rink, or the pitch or whatever your favorite sport has for playground.

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And by the way, the whole team never just as talk back, they simply walked out with their tail between their legs.

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Yep, Morgan…yep… an all-out, fucking total out-of-body experience!