catcalling
How to Shut Down Cat Callers This Summer, Without Losing Your Cool
Temperatures and hemlines are rising — which means it’s catcalling season. Days are longer, and tempers are shorter. Instead of taking all that frustration out on your loved ones, unload on someone that deserves it – like men who make women uncomfortable in public. If you’re a woman over thirteen
The Amazing Catcalls I’ve Heard in San Francisco
Offensive and off-putting, catcalls are oftentimes a daily part of a woman’s existence. Especially younger women like myself. What gives men the idea that this is something they should do to try to seduce a woman I don’t know. It must work for some of them sometimes, or maybe they like the reaction they get (maybe they get off to the disgust, anger, or freaked-out grimace of the pursued woman)…I’ve never stopped to ask my cat callers, and I don’t think I ever will.
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As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon
Listen Up! Catcalling Won’t End Overnight
As a man, I didn’t need to see the catcalling video by Hollaback! to know that women are frequent victims of verbal harassed on the street. I’ve seen it. I’ve heard it. To be honest, I had become so numb to the act that I’ve laughed about it. I laughed,
A Guide to Fighting Street Harassment: How Bystanders Can Best Intervene on Behalf of Women Being Harassed
Enough is Enough street rally, image courtesy EnoughIsFuckingEnough.com Street harassment in the Bay Area has gotten so bad that women are putting duct tape on their mouths, removing their clothes in public and holding silent protests with signs recounting the ugly and awful remarks male aggressors make to them on
A Piece About Catcalling from a Man’s Perspective
“Why’d you let that ripe piece of ass get away?” There were 20 of them. Big fuckers. No like BIG fuckers. And they were drunk too. They were standing on the corner of Broadway and Columbus, outside the pizza place, with boxes of that greasy stuff. They were commenting on