I wish it were weird to catcall a girl.

I wish it were weird to interrupt her day.

I wish it were weird to yell out she’s sexy.

I wish it were weird that men complain when we explain not to.

I wish it were weird to objectify her at all.

I wish it were weird to rub your penis on her on the bus.

I wish it were weird to stare at her non-stop.

I wish it were weird to feel entitled to her time, her kindness, her gentle response.

I wish it were weird to whisper in her ears when she doesn’t know you.

I wish it were weird to follow her home.

I wish it were weird to keep going when she’s saying no.

I wish it were weird for her to just lay there and wait for it to stop.

I wish it were weird to fake an orgasm so he’d be closer to finishing.

I wish it were weird to be nervous about speaking out.

I wish it were weird to not trust her story when she does.

I wish it were weird to play devil’s advocate against her.

I wish it were weird to smirk and suggest she liked it.

I wish it were weird to ask what she was wearing.

I wish it were weird to ask what time was she out at.

I wish it were weird to ask if she was drunk.

I wish it were weird to tell her she should have fought back harder.

I wish it were weird to suggest she should have been stronger.

I wish it were weird to try and find a reason, any reason, that is not a man being responsible for his own actions.

I wish it were weird to think she’s ridiculous for being out alone.

I wish it were weird to ask her, “Where were you?”

I wish it was the weirdest thing of all.