I got catcalled today. It’s the first time in nearly three months.
Let’s backtrack a little. I feel as if I am starting the story in the middle.
I’m pretty. I’m not saying that to be annoying or arrogant. Certainly, my body isn’t anywhere close to model-perfect. I’m close to 65 pounds overweight, if you believe the BMI charts. My face isn’t spectacular either. I’m not quite up to “gorgeous”, if you get what I’m saying. But I’ll own up to pretty.
At work, I get many… compliments… I’m actually not very comfortable using that word for what happens, though I don’t know another to accurately sum-up the range of kind, unkind, and creepy things said to my face, and sometimes to my back. I work with the public, you see. You get all kinds.
The problem is, my inherent beauty (whatever there is of it) is not actually an asset in my line of work. People don’t take “pretty” security guards seriously. “Pretty” gets a nice pat on the head and an invitation to dinner, not serious compliance with instructions. So, I either have to use makeup and clothing to edge my way up closer to “knock-out” so that I become truly intimidating, or downplay it, and become more “professional”. Professional is easier and takes less time in the morning, so I usually go with that. Of course, that doesn’t stop the… compliments… I’ve gotten everything:
“Hello, gorgeous.” (standard)
“You have such wonderful eyebrows.” (weird)
“You’re too beautiful to be frowning so much.” (please shut up)
“Wow, they sure have some nice looking security here…” (…..)
“I would love to taste your lipstick. Can I?” (nooooo….)
“That ass though…” (big sigh)
And, that’s been my life. Basically, I go to work and get harassed. And then Covid happened. And the entire world got put on hold. It’s been a scary, weird, lonely couple of months. People were scared to get within 10 ft of us at work, much less 6 ft. And, suddenly, unexpectedly, all the harassment, all the pats on the shoulder, all the whispered comments… it all stopped.
But, today I got catcalled again.
People keep asking me when I think things will “return to normal”. Honestly, I think that it’s just about now.