Strangers on the street? Men. People I know, say like family and friends? Women and men. Or say I am in a store, at the cashier and the lady behind me will comment on how what I am buying is lovely and will suit my colouring, for example, as we stand there chatting as the cashier/salesperson rings it up and chats.. You know, general conversation that one often has in clothes stores. But strangers on the street as I am walking down the street, jogging, walking the dog, riding my bike, driving my car (I've had men scream and comment on my appearance (not to mention one guy who pulled up next to me and asked me if I'd "like to ride his cock" instead of "playing with the gear stick".. in various ways at traffic lights and the like, sometimes even when my kids are in the car - which is why I never drive with the windows down now, despite living in a sunny state that often demands one puts down the windows and let the fresh semi-tropical air in and which is why I will never be tempted to buy a convertible, no matter how much fun they look and how much fun it would be to take drives to the beach in one with my kids), public transport, elevators... Men. And it isn't complimentary. At all. It is uninvited, disruptive, intimidating, downright creepy and sometimes quite terrifying.