"Come on guys where’s my wolf-whistle?”

So there I was on a wet and grey Friday afternoon paging through yet another typical women’s glossy when I come across a quirky article by Alison Palmer that got me thinking…

 

The piece is titled, “Come on guys where’s my wolf-whistle?” It basically talks about no matter how un-PC wolf-whistling might be, we like it. Ok maybe just a little.

Being recently engaged, I could totally relate to what Alison was talking about. I mean, there’s nothing more annoying than trying to do your Thursday evening dinner shopping after work when you get some dumb-ass tryin’ to hit on you in the fresh produce isle. Like, can he not see you’re not interested, despite the fact that you’ve got a rock the size of Africa on your finger?!

Then suddenly one day, you’re walking through the mall in your slippers (yes, I do that), no make-up and hair in a granny bun, and you hear a bunch of 20-something's, “Give us a smile pretty lady.”

Now you’re thinking, OMG, I look and feel like ass and they noticed me?! Only to turn around and realise they’re talking to the hottie teeny bopper behind you. All legs, white teeth, bouncy hair and boobs you could hang a hat on. #Cue embarrassment and one seriously deflated ego.

Now you’re left to face facts, have you lost your mojo? Could this be the end of your “it” or are you just no longer attractive to the wolves? (Ok, that sounded a little crass) but seriously… I mean, you’re not that old, sure the breasts are starting to look like stones in socks and your thighs cheer you on when you walk but it can’t be all that bad. Can it?

Well, it’s not. We may not be as silly and giggly as our younger counterparts, but we’re sophisticated, mature, earn double figure salaries and don’t comply to curfews and that in itself is sexy enough, god damnit!

Solution to attracting wolves: hike up your skirt at the waist, undo a button or two and slap on some el cheapo cherry lip gloss (the kind we wore in high school) and see the kind of goons that come your way. #nuff said