catcall

“Anyone who does something like that, catcall or touch other people’s bodies without consent, those are the worst forms of crime,” she said.

When Robbie and Gosling, decked in shiny matching rollerblade costumes, find themselves in the real world, they skate over to the construction workers where Barbie experiences the all too relatable catcall.

As a man, I did not take this as an invitation to catcall, which I don't do anyway — but did see it as a way for people who aren't women, to understand that there are no rules to the ways in which women respond, as every woman gets to decide what she will and will not accept.

They don't understand how it's kind of like a catcall on the street.

Those strange encounters with punters when I was in the bar; the men on the street that would catcall, or sometimes chase me to my door to try and get inside on my walk home from work; those empty doorways with signs that said “models” where you could just catch a glimpse of a woman’s feet in high heels at the top of the stairs; those nights out where someone looked at you and you just knew, “I am no longer safe here.”