Catcalled at the Mall

As the title might suggest, yesterday me and a friend of mine got catcalled at the mall. Which was frustrating because I wasn’t wearing anything remotely provocative (the “girls” were put away and neatly covered). But as my wise friend pointed out, catcalling isn’t really a sexual thing. It’s a power thing. It’s a man saying in a rather empty spot in the mall: “I could have you if I wanted. I just felt like letting you know that. I’m the one with the power in this situation” Catcalling is not a compliment. It is a threat. It is a violation of boundaries and your own safety bubble. Even if they don’t physically touch you they often encroach upon your personal space. When I told my boyfriend about this, he said “How come t his never happens when I’m with you?” Obvious answer. These men don’t want the crap beat out of him for hitting on another man’s woman. Or maybe they just have more respect for other men, especially ones who can get girls (and they probably can’t). 

On a completely different note, I’ve started medication which might help my stomach problems (we shall see). I’m so happy with this life I’ve created even though I still haven’t made a dime in months (my parents give  me a weekly stipend). I write, I knit, I create, I play, I see friends and Justin. It’s a better life I could ever imagined having. And I’ve built it from the ground up. And I’m just so proud.