The first time I remembered being catcalled, I was 12 years old. I was walking my dog and a car rolled past me, three men yelling and whistling.
They drove slow until I walked into a side street and they sped off.
Unfortunately, every woman I know would be able to provide a similar anecdote.
And, despite many thinking that catcalling is a bizarre, backhanded compliment, it’s not. Full stop.
To highlight the often relentless catcalls a woman can be subjected to, 20-year-old, Noa Jansma, started documenting her experiences.