I went to Las Vegas with my boyfriend, mom, and a former friend of mine the week after my 21st birthday. (We’re from Portland, OR.)
The four of us were walking along the strip one day, just doing some sight-seeing. Mom and I had been bickering on and off that day, and while we were talking a group of guys walked by. One of them whistled at me and I turned around and flipped them off. Mom chastised me for it. I told her that I hate being whistled at because, while she may think it’s a compliment, I find it insulting, weird, and disrespectful.
Right after I was whistled at my boyfriend had put his arm around me. My former friend later told me that he had given the guys a dirty look for whistling at me, which made me feel a lot better about it.
– EM
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
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