I Hate That I Miss Being Cat-Called
I’m ashamed of my internalized misogyny.
I used to hate getting cat-called. I was underage and the men whistling and shouting were just that, men. They were adults. I was a teenager. I was very clearly a child.
In the warmer weather, I would be careful not to wear anything too revealing as not to provoke them more. I would feel like I was going to…