The New York Post isn’t satire, is it? Just wanted to be sure, because a piece titled “Hey Ladies — Catcalls are Flattering, Deal With It” was just published, and it’s so awful it must be a joke.
Doree Lewak, a features writer for the Post, simply loves to be sexually harassed by men. She cannot get enough. “When I know I’m looking good, I brazenly walk past a construction site, anticipating that whistle and ‘Hey, mama!’ catcall,” writes Lewak. “Works every time — my ego and I can’t fit through the door!” Uh…
Lewak goes on to explain that being belittled by strangers makes her a feminist:
Isn’t feminism all about self-empowerment, anyway — or am I just lifting from an impassioned speech by a college porn star named Belle Knox? Besides, hard hats need something to look at while they’re on their lunch break. I can be that objectified sex thing for them! What’s so wrong about a ‘You are sexy!’ comment from any observant man?
There are actually a few things wrong with it — supporting men who sexually harass women helps perpetuate a society that treats women like they do not matter, and actively seeking objectification as a means for validation is a slippery slope — but we’re still not sure if Lewak is just trying to be funny or not.
She wrote this, too:
I imagine the catcall stretches back to ancient construction times, when the Israelites were building the pyramids, with scores of single Jewish women hiking up their loincloths, hoping for a little attention.
Like we said — this has to be a joke. It has to be.