I was merrily strolling down the street with Shevan from ShoMerde when I spotted a handsome female.  She wore a lowcut shirt.  I glanced at her breasts.

Problem is, I was caught.

Our eyes met.  She glared at me.  Not a mild glare.  This look curled my sperm.  It will deform my future children.  This woman obviously wanted to kill me.  Just for looking at her predominantly displayed breasts.

I wasn’t leering, gaping or ogling but, yes, I was looking.  I am not the sort of fellow who propositions women on the streets.  I do not shout lewd suggestions from porches or cars, nor do I block anyone’s path while I suggest various sexual positions and what may accomplished in them.  If my offer of “friendship” is turned down, I would not resort to calling a woman a bitch or stuck-up.  Insane, perhaps.

After all, the sidewalk is not a single’s club.

But, even in this public area, I will look at window displays, street-fights, car-accidents and tits.  I will often stare absent-mindedly at the ass in front of me.  If it is a nice ass.  If not, I am forced to speedily look away.  Some women, as they pass, may even warrant a double-take.  It happens.

I’m a straight human male.  Just about the only thing that brightens my day is the occasional glimpse of a nice pair of tits.  I don’t deserve to be glared at.  I’m not even used to it.  Not from women at least.

Indeed, the way this lady was dressed, it would have been an insult –not to mention outright miserly with my attention and admiration– to refuse an appreciative glance.   She had nice breasts and they were being displayed.  Am I supposed to ignore them?  If so, I must have completely misunderstood the purpose of dressing nicely.

Yet I can understand her anger.

She was attempting — needlessly– to keep me at bay.

Whatever they wear and however they act, women are often accosted on the streets by an assortment of lunatics and sleazebags.   A friend of mine was even catcalled by an on duty police officer.  (14th Division — you continue to amaze.)  Some ladies in New York have started a site to share their stories and some ladies in Toronto have followed their lead:  HollaBack NYC and HollaBack Toronto.

And while I am now totally confused as to the meaning of Hollaback, I believe these ladies are doing a good thing.  Men are acting terribly.  Aside from neglecting to open doors or give up seats, they shout the strangest things at people, honk their horns and behave like aggressive infants in need of a swat.  They do all this just to fail where simple grooming succeeds:  To attract women.

Just the other day I was walking down the street when I heard some fellow holler out a car window at a fat woman carrying two child-sized hula-hoops:  “Keep walking and maybe you’ll fit into them.”

Funny, if said behind her back.  Not so much when shouted at her.

Yes, the woman was fat.  She was also pregnant.  And she was carrying toys home for her children.  She did nothing to deserve that sort of treatment.  Maybe she likes six cheeseburgers for dinner.  That’s no one’s business except her own.  And maybe you wouldn’t fuck her but it sure looks like someone will.

Who are these people?  Some sort of roaming insult brigade from the health department?

It’s a stupid world when young hooligans insult pregnant ladies from moving vehicles, lacking the testicles to attack, even this most vulnerable of adversaries, face to face.  A stupid world, when their behavior earns me a glare for a simple glance.  It’s a stupid world.

Civilization continues to collapse.

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