Jamaican Catcalling

​Catcalling nowadays tek on a new form. Now it’s not always, “Psst, hi baby. Mi like yuh enuh.” Instead it’s more like “Good afternoon,” and not in a polite manner either. Rather it’s in an aggressive tone, usually accompanied by a disgruntled facial expression, arms tightly folded across the chest and a wide-legged stance to remind you who’s boss. More often than not, it’s spat at you after he deliberately and abruptly cuts off the conversation that was ongoing prior to your arrival. This stern “Good afternoon” says, 

“But wait, this bitch bright eeh? Who tell her fi just walk past me after she see me standing here minding my own business and having a conversation that has nothing to do with her, with someone who is equally a stranger to her?”

 It asks of us women, how dare we disrespect the presence of any (and, apparently, EVERY) man in the universe by not tapping him on the shoulder and saying, “Excuse me Mr Fine Creation of God, I just had to let you know I acknowledge you” ? 
Really men? Are your balls so tightly in a knot and squeezing the daylights outta you that your ego needs that much rubbing?

And when it’s not “Good afternoon,” it’s the good ole belittling of women that follows our refusal to acknowledge the measly attempt at getting us to look at these sorry excuses for real men. Like last week when I was on my way to get a taxi home, a random man shouts outta the blue (to God knows who, because there were, how many women passing by?), “Hey pretty girl, how yuh do?!” And seconds later I hear, right behind my left ear, 

“Hey dutty stinking shithouse, a you mi a talk to! Gwan like yuh betta dan man cuz yuh inna big bank unifaam! Yuh ugly nuh rass!”

And responses like these are usually spurred by the feeling of being unaccomplished in life. Who is a woman? Just because she has a job (especially if it’s a good one) and a certain man is jobless, or earning less than the minimum wage, doesn’t mean she’s better than him. All she have is front. He’s a man. Nuff odda front out deh fi him get. 

And this is where I can’t understand why any man can be so shallow as to think that every woman is literally a walking desire for the penis or approval from the holder of one. Then again, maybe men should just stick to being holders of their penises and get the memo already. 

As for me, I’m not responding to any “Good afternoon” that comes from a stranger just because I’m apparently worthy enough to receive the unwanted gift of his attention. How about you, men, start showing this interesting form of respect to your own kind for a change and see where it gets you?

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  1. Guurl…
    So glad you brought this up. It’s not only that these men who think that public acknowledgment is the only way to impress a female do so aggressively it’s that when you do not respond in the way that they like the sweet talk turn sour fast. “Yuh nuh more that me eno. no true me look so…” is what I get A LOT
    They get angry and defensive as if you cannot have an opinion that says you are not interested. They try to throw the fragile ego and insecurities in your face like “he, yuh fe tek responsibility” like YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD. It disturbs me. Why can’t these modern males be men like what I was used to seeing when I was growing up? What is happening?

    Great article BTW : )

    –D.K.W.

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      • sad. this is all due to andro-centric societal norms and deep rooted insecurities in other cases and a mixture of the two. Everytging in the jamaican culture has a certain roughness to it even how the gutteralities of our prununciations. For the less educated uncultyred individual the basic commonality of society (rough approach to everything) is all that is demonstrated. I believe this has become more common throughout society because there are less and less educated men outnumbering these bafoons who’s egoz constantly need to be stroked. please forgive them! there are others better cultured out there who will approach you like queens.

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