In a row, everyday, they'd stand; a row that from her home till office would stretch.
Just to watch her walk; how she carried her bag, her dress and her overall sexy looks.
Never mind how she felt, on 'object' under their constant gaze.
Being a girl was not easy, especially if she was this pretty; her unease ignored, her every move whistled.
They loved doing it; she hated always being subject to it.
Their entertainment, her walk from her home to the office; her dread, her walk from her home to the office; but, out of spite, she survived.
A good comment on the fact that most men think that women appreciate the looks and whistles. If we all spent a week as the opposite sex then I'm sure attitudes would change for the better
ReplyDeleteWhat a courageous woman! Scorn and indifference towards the men makes her dignified and strong, while it wilts the men's inflated egos. Well written!
ReplyDeleteI imagine it could be worse.
ReplyDeleteAll too familiar to many women.
ReplyDeleteIt's sad anyone has to go through something like this.
ReplyDeleteI certainly remember it well! Does the fact that I don't come across this any more mean that Australian society has evolved, as I like to think – or simply that I am no longer youthfully pretty?
ReplyDeleteI would like to think it has evolved but then again, perhaps I know too many Australian men. Actually, most of the younger generation that I worked with were much more aware. Admittedly, a small sub-set of Australian society, but it gave me hope.
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