I wish all men understood that women walk around with the acute awareness that our sexual assault is a statistical probability.
Sure, you know you’re not going to hurt me, but she can’t, in a five second encounter, differentiate between you and the actual asshole that’s going to perpetrate that crime. She doesn’t know the difference between a stranger who merely catcalls on the street and the one who sees it as the first step to treat her as an object to please him. Everything about our culture has told her that he is out there and he will act, and when he does it will be her fault. Because those same people who think it’s okay to shout at a woman on the street knowing they weren’t actually going to hurt her (they were just giving her a compliment, sheesh, lighten up) will tell her she was asking for it by wearing shorts and a tank top. Let’s ignore the fact that it’s 90+degrees out and maybe she just didn’t want to melt.
So forgive her for not taking your “Hey girl!” as she walks to her car in a grocery store parking lot as the uplifting compliment I’m sure you intended it to be.