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just went up to the shops and on the way i got *ding*ed by a tram as i was crossing the road. normally this means "WTF @(&*@%!@!! GET OUTT OF FARRKIN WAY!!!&@*!!". but i wasn't doing anything wrong, i was crossing with the green man. i looked up at the tram driver and he was waving and leering. quite amusing because it's hard to look sleazy when you're driving a tram.

anyway, my question(s) is, do you engage in wolf whistling/beeping/yelling at people in the street? does it happen to you? do you like it or loath it? what's the best, most creative way this has happened to you/you've done it? what's the worst/creepiest?

― minna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

for me - the best one was when this kid came up to me in the bourke st. mall and started singing "what i could do for you" - he was pretty good!

― minna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

There must be too many builders round our way cos when I was walking to the tube this morning a bird wolf whistled in the middle of its song. I wish people would make it clearer exactly who they are whistling at since it's very confusing when you're walking down the street & hear a whistle and have to start looking around to see if Kylie Minogue or someone is just behind you or whether they are in fact paying homage to my own first thing in the morning charms.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

The sweetest was definately two boys of about 13 coming up to me as I was getting off the bus:

"Hello, we've seen you before."

"Oh, have you?"

'Yes, you live in one of the houses by the church. Some of our friends whistled at you yesterday. Do you remember us?"

"Sorry, no I don't."

"But you must do! [as I walk off] Jamie Greenwood wants to marry you."

― Anna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Does this happen any men?

― Ronan, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I can only think of horrible examples. I used to live behind a red light district and one night, deeply depressed, I went out to a bar with friends but left straight away feeling that weird sort of clear rage you sometimes feel when you're depressed, and then got accosted by a huge, slobbering drunk guy at an intersection: 'You're beautiful. I love you. No, really, I love you.' I felt such a wave of rage that I could have murdered him, and he followed me home, all the way up the dark alley to my house, and I knew he might kill me but I was too angry to be bothered worrying (much). I can just remember really clearly this wavering rage that I felt when he popped up in front of me and 'in a flash, I saw it and I knew it all' that I wouldn't be left alone just because I desperately needed to be. Just that one night, for christ's sake!

Then I got murdered, obviously. Generally I don't think wolf whistling is the greatest idea but it's not so bad. It's fucking creepy in Auckland now because on big construction sites, the men aren't allowed to wolf whistle so they turn and watch girls go by in complete silence, put down their tools, and just stare, not even looking at each other - it's almost worse. They wait right til you've gone by and if you look up at them, they don't smile - just stare.

― maryann, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

When I worked as a roofer we used to try and change the image of the profession by shouting things like "EXCUSE ME! WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TO THE THEATRE TONIGHT? THERE'S AN EXCELLENT REVIVAL OF SPRING AWAKENING PLAYING AT THE EVERYMAN! BY THE WAY, I LOVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH YOUR HAIR!" But they never worked, either.

― Matt, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

The only builder related comment that's ever made me laugh was when I ran into my collegue Ben on the way to work. Ben looks like Harry Potter aged 25. We were both (co-incidentally) wearing blue striped t-shirts and I had blue tights on. A group of builders watched us go past and then shouted: "Oh look! Pixies!"

They had a point. Made me laugh, but Ben took it as an affront to his masculinity.

― Anna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I'd be far too worried about qualifying as a 'scrub' by doing this, especially if I were hanging out the side of my best friend's ride. (Odd phrase, "trying to holler at me" - does it imply a failure to achieve said hollering?)

I have been wolf-whistled at, but only ironically, sadly.

― Martin Skidmore, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I had developed the vague idea that builders had given up on wolf- whistling.

a (male) friend who worked as a bike courier in San Francisco reports being whistled at while riding through the Castro.

― DV, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Matt: heheheh i forgive you for your disparaging comments about bass players. funnily enough i have lately been getting a lot of men saying "beautiful laydee" as i walk past them (clearly they are looking at someone else or the sun has addled their brains) and i once looked back at the man who said it and he was grinning at me and i went all red and walked quicker. clearly i do not know how to take a compliment.

still this is better than wolf whistles which i HATE. and also better then the foreign guy who lives just down the road from me and sits with his friends either on their front wall or in their car and say "preeeetty laydee" in a REALLY CREEPY WAY (especially if it's after dark) every time they see me. i hate them and wish to stab them.

― katie, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I've gotten wolf whistles in a women's prison (I was only visiting). It was not pleasant

― Colin Meeder, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I would rather be wolf whistled from a distance than leered at by someone passing me on the street or told to 'cheer up love'. The only thing is that you are never sure how discerning the builders are, they might just whistle at all women, even the mingers, so what I'd really need to do is hide round the corner & watch to see if they make a distinction. This would of course be the behaviour of a complete & utter mentalist though.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I have never been wolf-whistled at but I have had my bum pinched.

― N., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

That's a whole different kettle of fish! From verbal to physical is quite a leap. Was it a builder who pinched you?

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

but the guy i looked at wasn't saying it in a leery way or making any kind of leery face/gesture! he sounded utterly sincere (which is why i had to look back and check and possibly punch his face in if he was doing anything rude behind my back). i HATE having the wind taken out of my righteous feminist anger sails!

― katie, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

haha, i am still very much distressed by the tramp who slapped my bum in kings cross when i was 14. served me right for wearing white jeans though.

― minna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

He probably had leery thoughts, Katie, they are all the same & only after one thing. I have decided I would quite like to be winked at (YES WINKED PEOPLE NOT WANKED).

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I don't know - none of them have identified their professions (or even their face). Once someone undid my belt and flies at a Pulp concert. I didn't realise this till afterwards.

― N., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Interestingly, I was wearing the same pair of trousers on at least two of these occasions. And the same pair got me my one and only gay approach at a urinal.

― N., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

'None'? 'Professions'? Are you trying to say this has happened more than once? When people used to do this to me in dubious nightclubs e.g. Kudos in Watford when I was younger my feminist ire was such that I would belt them (unless I fancied them). Possibly a slight overreaction.

The trouser removal thing I just don't believe at all. You probably did it yourself and just forgot.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

No seriously, it happened. I considered whether it might have magically undone itself in all the pushing (I was at the front) but concluded this was impossible. And as Heinstein said, once you have eliminated the impossible, what remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

haha, i am still very much distressed by the tramp who slapped my bum in kings cross when i was 14. served me right for wearing white jeans though.

At first glance, I thought this post was from Mark S and I was tickled.

― N., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Sorry - I am an italics oaf.

― N., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Goodness, if someone can sneakily access your pants without you noticing who knows what else they might've done.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Someone I'd never met before put their hands down the front of my trousers whilst I was in the crush just in front of festival stage. Well freaky.

― RickyT, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Maybe it was the same person. Were you wearing light green moleskin jeans?

― N., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I think this illicit fondling never occurred except for in your fevered imaginations.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

On a third date with a Greek guy at Uni, I was taken back to meet his flatmates, who all shouted about me in Greek, and when we walked upstairs to his room for some privacy, they were chanting in Greek at the bottom of the stairs. He left me in his room, and returned 5 mins later with a desk lamp which he shone directly at my face and a tape player, with 'In the air tonight' by Phil Collins blaring out. I almost wet myself laughing, and ran down the stairs and out of the front door when he went to his mate's room to get some 'protecors'

― Claire, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yes, but were his legs the same length?

― N., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Hello Nick, Yes they were, and he even made me laugh so hard I nearly peed a little, but he didnt like Elvis, he was a Phil Collins man, and therefore he had to go.

― Claire, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

You went out with Patrick Batemanikos?

― Dan Perry, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

That explains the calling card he gave me, gold trim and his name written in his own chest hair.

― Claire, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Niiiice

― Matt, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

At first glance, I thought this post was from Mark S and I was tickled

hurrah! may my writing be confused with mark s's evermore!

i believe n.'s story about the belt and fly because once someone cupped my breast at basement jaxx and i didn't notice until i looked down and saw it (and i don't wear falsies).

― minna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

why would someone do that?, what could man possibly get from cupping?, you poor thing, it must have looked like he was attempting to hold it in place. what did you do in retaliation? I'd have placed a small tripod under his crotch.

― Claire, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

....like you'd have one handy!

― MarkH, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

well i slapped him rather feebly, but from now on i will carry a tripod with me at all times!

― minna, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i have been told that my ass looked nice once.

― anthony, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I will give you slapping lessons, it is my speciality. I was once grappled by some tosser in our college bar, he had left about 4 years earlier but kept revisiting the time when he was most popular & adored (he was on the footie team & thought everyone liked him but he was still a twat). I had him thrown out ha ha ha.

― Emma, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yeah I had a similar thing RickyT at last year's bowlie. This swedish (possibly, she was foreign, ok?) girl came up to me and asked for a drink of my beer and as I gave the glass to her, she put her hands down the front of my trousers, took a drink, gave me my glass back and walked off. I thought that was a bit strange, not sure if it should be encouraged or not..

― Steve.n., Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Oh, I weep for my shy brothers.

― Dan Perry, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

On New Year's Eve an extremely fanciable young woman - really - took my beer right out of my hand and somehow we started kissing! Then we were dacning and she kept falling over and kind of dragging me down with her, and eventually she took my shirt right off, shoved me into the corner, sat on top of me, and I whispered something, I don't know what, like "what's your name" and she got a very mean look on her face and shoved me away. It took about 5 minutes in the dark of the club to find my shirt again. !!

My favorite wolf-whistle was on Spring St and 6th Ave, in the summer about 4 years ago. If you've ever walked around Soho in New York in the summer you know how difficult it must be for builders to do their jobs properly as well as keep up the required female attention. There are just too many summer dresses and every type of aspiring model trying to outdo each other down there. Anyhow this one woman with an enormous shock of blonde hair, heels, and not much else on, has one arm raised up outstretched in a vain attempt to catch a cab. She's desperately sort of waving her hand about like this towards the traffic and a white van comes cruising by. The two guys inside lean out their windows, smiling, and wave "back" at her. She becomes confused for a moment and then she cracks up.

― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

The scallies sing Hanson at me.

― Graham, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

http://www.limpfish.com/b3ta/music_to_stalk_girls_by.jpg

― Alan Trewartha, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i believe n.'s story about the belt and fly because once someone cupped my breast at basement jaxx and i didn't notice until i looked down and saw it (and i don't wear falsies).

At an Afghan Whigs show my friend Jacki and I each got shoved against the stage and rubbed on by a frotteur. *shudders at the memory*

And I used to have a stalker who had a creepy way of being right outside my workplace when I would go out at lunchtime. He'd always try to start up a conversation with me by asking "Are you Danish/Swedish/Irish/[other Northwest European extraction]? Would you like to get a cup of coffee?"

― j.lu, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

When I was a teenager, I had someone fondle my ass for about five minutes when I was at a Beastie Boys concert. I didn't stop him from doing it because it was turning me on so much. I did stop him when he reached for my breast, and he walked away then.

I wouldn't let anyone do that to me today, just because I'd be worried about being grabbed and run off with.

(The following story may be offensive to some people)

Also, a few years ago when my husband and I was at a swinger's bar, there was a man who kept standing over by the bar with both his hands over his crotch, massaging it. Eventually, he ended up standing behind me. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, so I pulled the long, loose skirt I was wearing up slowly for him, and he stayed there looking at me for a few minutes. (Please note: The bar was very close to the wall, so no one else saw what was happening.) A while later, the bouncers caught on to him, and they threw him out.

― Christine "Green Leafy" Indigo, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

There is this crazy stalker I have who always tries to say hello to me in the morning and justhangs around in the lobby at work wearing some sort of pseudo-military uniform. It is making me very insecure.

― Pete, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Did you try talking to your boss about getting hir banned from the office?

― Christine "Green Leafy" Indigo, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

This swedish (possibly, she was foreign, ok?) girl came up to me and asked for a drink of my beer and as I gave the glass to her, she put her hands down the front of my trousers, took a drink, gave me my glass back and walked off.

Did this girl have 3 hands??? Maybe she was from a nightmarishly upsetting Coca Cola advert.

― David, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

yes, but he doesn't say what she took a drink from does he?

shit, i have been reading this damn board too long.

― gareth, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

no, wait, that still doesn't work. ok so she was an alien

― gareth, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

If she very very carefully slid the glass down the front of his trousers, took a sip from the top of the glass, and then withdrew it. That would work.

― Graham, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Oh yes it would.

― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Being wolf whistled always invokes a weird mixture of flattery and shame in me

I had a wolf whistle from a bicyclist yesterday. It was extra surprising because it was a drive-by out of nowhere, rather than the usual walking by a construction site variety, where you can mentally prepare for (hope/dread?) it.

That Auckland silent stare sounds creepy.

― felicity, Thursday, 20 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Shheeesh, it was just one hand ok? Oh, you knew what I meant... She wasn't an alien, she was quite pretty actually.

― Steve.n., Friday, 21 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I've gotten wolf-whistles occasionally, and I actually don't pay much attention to them. Strange thing is that they usually come from men in their late 30's - onward. Part od me knows better than to be flattered;>

― Nichole Graham, Saturday, 22 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)

eight months pass...

grr there's a lollipop man who ogles/leers/makes suggestive comments/barks like a dog/generally harrasses me every time i walk by. he has even done this while at the same time getting small children accross the road. i hate him! i need advice on how to make him stop.

― minna (minna), Thursday, 6 March 2003 02:54 (twenty-three years ago)

collude with the children and gang up on him

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 6 March 2003 02:57 (twenty-three years ago)

also creepy today: deranged looking man in my street @ 1:30 pm on sunny afternoon stage whispering "make love to me" x2 as i walked by.
i'm getting really sick of all these freaks in my area.

― minna (minna), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:00 (twenty-three years ago)

haha!they can steal his lollipop sign while i kick him in the nuts

― minna (minna), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:01 (twenty-three years ago)

yeah!!

what is your area? not st kilda?

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:01 (twenty-three years ago)

nah jim, wesside! ascot vale to be more specific

― minna (minna), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:04 (twenty-three years ago)

Thats whatcha get for being a westie minna!

Only joking *grins* (I cant talk, Im in St Kilda blech). As for the lollypop perv, I'd consider approaching whatever school hires him (assuming its one nearby) and make a complaint. I'm sure they would not want someone that fucking dodgy working around kids!

That, or Jims suggestion, get all the kids to gang up on him and stab him all over with biros, that oughta do the trick.

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:10 (twenty-three years ago)

yes this is what i was considering - so it is schools who employ those lollipop people eh, i was wondering whether it was them or the council or what. i just wonder whether i should have a word to him myself first - tell him i'm going to report him if he keeps it up blah blah

― minna (minna), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:16 (twenty-three years ago)

Actually it didn't occur to me it could be the council. I've always been creeped out by lollypop dudes, St Michaels grammar in St Kilda always had some really creepy red-faced guy out the front in Chapel St that I had to walk past each day. *shudder* (he's since gone tho).

What is it with creepy weirdos and jobs involving kiddies?

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:23 (twenty-three years ago)

i'd say 'because normal people don't want to have anything to do with children' but i'd get shouted at and it's not really true anyway

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:25 (twenty-three years ago)

i know trayce! is lollipop man duty one of those community service kind of jobs?

― minna (minna), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:26 (twenty-three years ago)

Jim - maybe we're just not normal ;P

Minna - hahah... eww! I bloody well hope not! Mind you it'd explain a lot...

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:40 (twenty-three years ago)

I thought this was a conner smedley thread.

― Leee (Leee), Thursday, 6 March 2003 03:42 (twenty-three years ago)

Im in St Kilda blech

Blech? But St Kilda looked very fun when I was there! Then again I was a rose-colored-glasses tourist. ;-)

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 6 March 2003 05:28 (twenty-three years ago)

on a bad day St Kilda is lovely. on a good day it is not unlike a dead animal crawling with insects

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Thursday, 6 March 2003 05:29 (twenty-three years ago)

But that's part of the CIRCLE OF LIFE! *cue Elton John, exeunt audience*

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 6 March 2003 05:30 (twenty-three years ago)

Has anybody read the 'Ask A Faulknerian Idiot Man-Child' piece from the Onion? Well, the crossing guard guy at the High School I'm doing emergency teaching for comes across scarily like that guy. I keep on wanting to go up to him and say "Ya gotta be a little more gentle, Lenny, you don't know your own strength...".

― Michael Stuchbery (Mikey Bidness), Thursday, 6 March 2003 06:49 (twenty-three years ago)

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