Mid-2000s nostalgia from Aimee Terese, in praise of catcalling

As the vulnerable phase of the 15-year cultural excitement cycle draws to a close this year, Me Too is dying because people are all emo'd out by now. When the restless, warm-up phase begins next year, people will be eager to come out of their shells and start mixing it up with each other again, to re-establish a baseline of normal energy levels.

And in order to overcome the oppressive taboos against sexuality that have prevailed during the vulnerable phase, they will start making quite overt signals that horniness is back in fashion -- just to make sure the awareness is public, giving people permission to stop feeling so negative about the opposite sex. Catcalling will make a major comeback, for one thing.

To the Millennials who don't remember, or to Gen X-ers and Boomers who've forgotten, this isn't the first time this cultural and emotional shift has happened. The first half of the 2000s were incredibly emo and sex-negative, and suddenly that began changing around 2005. The second half of that decade was like a return to the disco era, with no inhibitions about the two sexes getting up close and personal with each other.

Not all Millennials, though, have forgotten that atmosphere circa 2005. Here's the anti-woke Left princess praising catcalling:

I vividly remember the summer when I first started attracting wolf whistles/male attention, I was 16 almost 17, and I found it so flattering. I'm now 30 - it remains flattering and affirming.

Conflating "male attention" with hostility, threats & danger is an ideological move.

— Aimee Terese (@aimeeterese) July 24, 2019

Adding some fashion nostalgia to bring it more to life:

What is wrong with ‘catcalling’?
I was 16 and I was wearing a cami with denim cut offs, and super wavy hair for days. That summer it started happening frequently - and I found it flattering! https://t.co/wqgzVmYN9N

— Aimee Terese (@aimeeterese) July 23, 2018

TFW no almost-17 Lebanese big-hair gf...

Reminds me of some other Mediterranean Australians of the five-foot firecracker type, in full 2005 style and sex-positive attitude. Thank God we're almost there again: