The great Bernard Chapin talks about the potential horrors of the new law :
Of course, as has been pointed out by many, it's not the feminists behind this law who are being 'protected' from the wolf-whistling, but they do benefit from it. Older feminists have their rabid sexual jealousies soothed by knowing that men could be caged simply for approaching or even looking at a younger woman in the street. With younger feminists, it's more a case of it allowing them to sexually self-validate themselves by indulging in the fantasy that they are frequent subjects of sexual attention. Just as those pug ugly slut walkers can live out the fantasy that each of them has sucked and fucked their way through the entire college football team.
On a humorous note - I wonder if the lady in the following video might be criminalized by the new laws :
And I disagree a little with the six-pack guy when he says women are 'less obvious'. I have a similar physique, although with a little more muscle perhaps, and women are not always subtle. I don't get wolf-whistles, but I do very often have women (and girls) openly licking their lips and such like at me. And although I don't actually get approached in the street often, I do have girls sitting themselves down next to my table in restaurants when there is plenty of empty tables around, stand next to me on at the side of the swimming pool etc (and often becoming aggressive if I don't then chat them up - in fact, several times, I've had women say stuff of the kind 'he must be a paedophile' when I haven't shown any interest back).
There's another disturbing thing that happens to me fairly often, especially when I'm quite 'buffed' as I am now - something that I have reason to find more threatening than a woman does for simply being whistled at in the street. Very often, when I'm in a restaurant or such like, a woman will be sitting with her partner and begin repeatedly checking me out (like the woman in the above video) - something which I tend to ignore. But quite often, when her partner catches her looking at me, or indeed if I catch her eyes, she'll immediately complain to him that I was looking at her - a transformation and rationalisation of her sudden guilt at being physically interested in another guy in his presence. Such a woman would rather have her boyfriend or myself beaten up than admit to herself that she had wandering eyes.