It very much depends on where you live.
It was quite rare in the medium-sized town where I grew up.
Then from the ages of 18 to 33 I lived in the not-posh parts of Birmingham, and yes it was a daily occurrence. I was physically attacked once or twice a year, but on a daily basis I was followed and pestered and insulted. I also got cat-calls from the distance but they are less bothersome. What I really hated was when they were physically next to me, following me and ignoring my requests to leave me alone.
The only way to get them to fuck off was to get angry and shout, then they would back off. Obviously it was psychologically exhausting having to do that. After a few years I was no longer angry, just weary, but I had to pretend to be angry and every time I went out I had to be ready to do that.
In nice weather it could easily happen a dozen times a day. Nice weather brings them out.
I wasn't unusually beautiful and it wasn't my clothes as I got it during the day when I was dressed in my office clothes (calf length skirts, sensible top).
This was during the 80s and 90s so it was not on the news. It happened to my friends but was not discussed in the media and it felt like we were in some weird bubble. I was quite traumatised by it.
I don't think it was about getting a girlfriend - more about putting women in their place. I went back once a few years ago, overweight and in my 40s, and was still pestered.
When I got married I insisted we moved away so my children did not have to endure that. It was actually my biggest problem in my life back then. Now I am back in the medium sized town - I can see how if you have only lived in places where street harassment is rare, you might think people are making it up.