Catcalling. Don’t do this – and if you do, expect to receive VERY expressive, specific insults.
Fuck. You. Get away from me. I’m not interested in you. Shut your mouth immediately.
I once told an ex-boyfriend that I would pay for surgery to have his ribs removed so that he could suck his own dick because I’d never go anywhere near him again. (Unrelated, but I thought it would be a good point to add that in).
If you haven’t already, please meet reality TV personality & model Stassi Schroeder… the violent metaphors ❤
The link is my absolute favorite compilation of “Stassi” moments.
…how many people do I know that have told me that I remind them of her? Resting bitch face is on point.
Being nicer is definitely in my near future. Great quote someone sent me recently –
“I try to be nice to everyone because what if they have a hot brother?”
But like…. Don’t whistle at me. Don’t beep your car horn at me while I’m running. Like what was your goal with that? Did you think your beep and yell out the window while at a traffic light would make me sprint on over to your car and flirt with you and get in your car and go home with you and we live happily ever after?! No?! Me NEITHER. That kills my vibe so don’t do it.
Catcalling is like so… 18th century. I almost want to take that statement back because I would 100% rather have a guy approach me face to face (a la 18th century) rather than message me on any form of social media. But an approach/inquiry/courtship is far different than a catcall.
I hate that it’s named after a cat. I don’t like cats. At all.