Catcall Cattle Call
This week I had a rather unpleasant experience which has motivated me to start a little project. Before I go into the particulars of my newest enterprise, I would like to take a moment to give recognition to the man who inspired it. This guy.
As with most great ideas, this one was forged in the mighty crucible that is dialoguing with one’s fellow man. Unlike the Algonquin round table, however, my verbal jousting partner (who I like to call “The Wheelbarrow Man”) was not a great thinker along the lines of Dorothy Parker or Alexander Woolcott. This is because he lets his “other head” do the thinking. At least what came out of his mouth reflected this, anyway.
It happened on South 4th Street. Before I crossed Union, I had been cat-called twice. After I crossed Union it happened again— all in the span of 30 feet. Three times was a charm. To me it was, anyway; I suspect the above gent wished he had kept his pie hole shut.
Wheelbarrow Man: “Hey baby, I love you!” (hissing sound)
Me: Go to hell.
WM: (laughter, his cronies stop and watch)
Me: (turn around) So you think this is funny!?!
Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!
WM: (I take his photo, he ducks and stops laughing. Cronies still there.)
Me: How would you like it if someone spoke to your FUCKING MOTHER LIKE THAT… (expletive en Espanol)?!?
He shut the fuck up. His minions stood there aghast (as did I). Then I continued walking. Ten feet away a hipster chick on a bike shouted:
I like your hair!
And, in my nice little girl voice, I said:
Now this is hardly the first time I have found myself embroiled in this kind of situation. I have simply noticed that such exchanges are happening with a lot more frequency of late; this is undoubtedly a consequence of living in an area where there is a LOT of development going on. Luxury development mostly.
Which brings me to my proposition: I wonder what the would-be takers of the above development (which is located at 246 Union Avenue) would feel about buying a condo that was built by a person of this caliber? In a world where child labor is decried and drinking anything other than free trade coffee is a(n unwritten crime), why wouldn’t prospective buyers be interested in how their spacious condo (with views of Manhattan and appointed with only the finest appliances) came into being? Which brings me to my project: a map documenting development sites whose workers see fit to engage in such behavior.
Obviously such a compendium of crappy construction workers (and the developers who employ them) will be a collaborative effort. To this end, I am soliciting contributions from readers. Here are my specs:
- Take a picture of the offending person (if you feel safe doing so, obviously).
- Take a picture of the development where the aforementioned asshole works, be sure to note the address/intersection and what the gent said.
- Send them to me: missheather (at) newyorkshitty (dot) com and I will add them to the flickr group I have started for just this purpose or…
- join the aforementioned flickr group and add them yourself. (On a related note, anyone who could help me with with “geotagging” these pix will get my eternal gratitude. Right now I have a proxy map up.)
To get the ball rolling, I am going to close with two other sites whose workers cannot control their hormones.
When I walked by this site a gent hauling a wheelbarrow saw fit to shout “Hey Mami” at me. I took his picture.
Nice panties. Well, after I took his photo this man was totally undeterred. I watched as he hissed the same exact thing to every single woman who walked by, including one woman who was on the verge of tears while talking on her cell phone. I wanted to punch him in the face for that.
I was headed to the grocery store when this chap (indicated by the arrow in the above photo) saw fit to yell “Hello gorgeous” at me. All I wanted was to buy some lunch, instead I was served up like a piece of meat. The more astute observers among you will notice that this building is a “Belvedere”. What you may not know about this site can be found on the Department of Building’s Building Information System. It would appear that the peeps at 150 Java Street are not the most considerate of neighbors; complaints about garbage, falling debris and illegal weekend construction are common.
It begs one to wonder if the construction practices at this site are reflective of the people who work there: TOTAL AND UTTER SHIT.
Had any of the previous men called me a “n*gger”, “faggot” or “k*ke” I have no doubt they would be fired. Why should harassing a woman on the street be any different? Just a thought.