My friend sent me this video yesterday with the following message: “Song about cat calling. It makes me twitch.”
I’m going to give Austin (who just turned 18 this month! Yes, I looked it up, we were all wondering) the benefit of the doubt here. The one thing I can really say for this song is that he is clearly writing directly from his (and if Mahone didn’t write the song himself I’m sure another ‘him’ wrote it on his behalf) perspective. There are admirably a lot of I statements. He describes a personal experience.
When I saw her
Walking down the street
She looked so fine
I just had to speak
I ask her name
But she turned away
As she walked
All that I can say was
Mmm mmm yeah yeah
Turning the other cheek on his failure to pick a tense and stick with it.
This ‘experience’ he’s having is one of entitlement and privilege and is a perfect example of how boys are taught that everything that pops into their minds is worth sharing while women are taught to apologize for having an opinion. Nobody cares about your stupid boner. Shut up and go finish your homework.
We don’t care what you think. If we did, we would ask. So keep your equally stupid penis and opinions to yourself. No one asked you.