Being a music major, I make the trek down University Boulevard many times a day to Moody Music Building. I enjoy this time, using it as a few moments when I can clear my head, make some phone calls, and just enjoy the scenery on campus. Alas, I can never enjoy a peaceful walk. Why, might you ask? Men.
We have all been there: You are walking down the street and some car full of men decide that they MUST say something to you. "What's Up?" "Hey There" "How You Doin?" "Looking Good" and many other things might be yelled out a car window any time of day. You notice it is always the same guy: dirty, middle aged, maybe missing some teeth, usually missing a shirt. But you know, even if Gerard Butler (yes, this is his second blog reference) drove by me and yelled "Hey Hot Stuff", I would probably give him a dirty or confused look.
While some of these comments are flattering and I am glad you think I have a nice butt, I do not care. Of what benefit is this for these men. I am not going to answer, you are driving too fast. I am not going to lift up my top as a thank you. I am not going to fling myself into your car just because you have said a flattering comment. This whole thing makes zero sense. I wish I could take a poll from these men, asking why they feel the need to do this so often and at all hours of the day. Maybe one day, but until then I suppose I will continue on, getting yelled at, and alas not knowing why.
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