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.
