Painting my house today, main road, was a soul destroying amount of unwanted male comments. I’m in my forties, wearing jeans and an old band t-shirt with short bobbed hair and quite scruffy. It would’ve been worse I’m sure if I was younger, though I guess it’s hard to tell age from behind
I guess. I really though was not dresser or exposed in any way that anyone could ever claim the comments were ‘invited’.
-various wolf whistles from vans or calls out
-a van of 4 men all together leaning out yelling ‘ooo yes, push, push harder’ as I pushed a few tiles back under or the porch
-‘nice arse!’ As I lean forward on the ladder to reach a window ledge
-a delivery guy (for next door wanting to leave a parcel, no idea where from exclaiming ‘now that’s a suggestive position’ because I was lying on my front to paint under the door step as he walked in (and who then stormed off when I was rather rude back)
It was degrading and I was also laughed at a bit when it prompted me to check my clothes the first time (worried I was being called out because my clothes were ripped on the bum or something). I was so so angry by the end that I couldn’t just, like a man would, paint in peace.
Generally I don’t think in the real world, off social media, there’s many signs that people are feeling remotely constrained by the ‘woke agenda’.