Shuffle up on the harpy branch, my wings and claws need an airing.
I know this was intended as a light-hearted thread but I am genuinely astounded that intelligent MNers are in any way flattered by being whistled at by workmen.
I'm not even going to get into the point that I don't need a random stranger, or group of them, to validate me/my looks/my femininity/my self-worth/my anything. But those of you who get a buzz, a kick, a lift, a 'still got it' moment from being whistled at...are you honestly deluding yourselves that there has been any objective value judgement made about you as an individual? At best you're a faceless device to allow the silly little boys to keep in with the playground bullies. At worst you're a faceless lump of walking fuckmeat.
If you don't believe me, or think I'm exaggerating or over-reacting, try this experiment the next time it happens to you. Let the whistler know in some way that you find his/their attentions unwelcome. I can guarantee that in five seconds flat you will go from being 'hot'/'fit'/'a babe'/whatever passes for a Neanderthal compliment theses days to a 'fat ugly slag' or 'miserable old dyke', and will get a glimpse into the anger, if not hatred that some men harbour towards women that they can't control. Do you still think it's worth giving their opinion some influence over how you feel about yourself?
A wolf-whistle is just the noise that's emitted when the tits-and-fanny radar goes off. And there's more to me than just my tits and my fanny.