Who hasn’t heard the catcall while walking from point “A” to point “B” down the sidewalk.
That time at fourteen, wearing a pretty sundress, sitting on the steps overlooking the street—enjoying the quiet summer night air, just thinking.
Then you notice the same car driving by—and the man inside watching you, smiling.
His dick in his hand. You ran home.
At the school dance, did you receive a kiss that was more than just a kiss—
There was that time at the bar when his hand groped your flesh.
Kidding! He said with a laugh.
Unexpected. Yet—Not surprised.
You were asking for it, right?
Your mother asked when you told her.
No. Not really. You replied, indignant, yet, guilty. Your body betrayed you.
You were only thinking, “Maybe I’d meet someone nice. We’d have a drink. I’d laugh at the funny things he said. Maybe he’d walk me home.”
You were just feeling prettier because someone noticed you.
He seemed nice. At least until—
He really wasn’t all that funny. No. Not really.
Who hasn’t heard the wolf whistle while Walking from point “A” to point “B” down the sidewalk.
It’s only hilarious in Bugs Bunny cartoons because he dressed like a she, and had them all fooled.
The rascally rabbit took care of that shit the minute the ears and tail became clear.
Think fast rabbit.
Hillbilly Hare © Warner Brothers Bugs Bunny
The classic cartoon, wickedly funny – I learned a great deal about life from Bugs Bunny.