This declaration was made by Doree Lewak in the “New York Post” this past August. She would stroke her ego by dressing provocatively and walking by construction workers to elicit catcalls. I doubt that she would really care if she were told that what she wanted were wolf whistles, not catcalls. Catcalls supposedly express derision or disapproval and are more common in political gatherings or theaters. On the other hand, a wolf whistle, which derives from an “Attention All Hands” on a ship, indicates approval of a young woman deemed physically or sexually attractive.
I certainly was never wolf whistle material, but here’s an occasion I’ll never forget. It was June, 1961, Rochester, NY. It was my first day in a maternity smock – yes, that’s what pregnant women wore then – and I was feeling very shapeless and self-conscious. As I was walking down the main street, a truck driver whistled at me, and I couldn’t stop beaming for the rest of the day. Today his act would most likely be classified as sexual harassment, but that day I experienced it as a much-appreciated compliment.
© Dorothy C. Judd
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