The spring months arrive, the air is fresh and crisp with the smell of a new season, new life and new hope. The streets are bare of snow, the windows are down, the patios are set up…

And the revealing clothing creeps out.

Seriously, spring time brings out the scandally clad women.

Less clothing means gawker’s paradise.

Working in construction, I see how the men love the spring and summer time. As soon as the temperature hits 10C (50F peeps) the guys venture up to the top of the construction ramp at break to oogle the passing women. The are relatively respectful as they avoid the cat calls and comments, (many construction firms in this area have a low tolerance for cat calls etc. and their workers are well aware of it - or reminded frequently) but could burn a hole through your breasts and ass (T n’ A as they call it) with their stares.

They’re like friggin’ caged animals! All of them. It’s as though the sun and warmth has brought them out of hibernation and it’s time to be an overzealous pervert again. They may not comment out loud in front of the women they ogle, but you can be damn sure there is definitey conversations about what they’ve seen.

Summer months? Ha. All that means is more revealing clothing. Rock hard sweaty tanned bodies..or flabby lily white if you’re like me.

More watching, and longer stares. Leering.

Do you ever notice if you’re walk past someone and they watch you? It can be an uplifting feeling at first, but when you feel their unending stare for a long period of time, it’s incredibly unnerving. I almost feel like picking my nose or something just to deter them from staring any longer.

As harmless as it may be to watch someone, sometimes it can be extremely invading. If you were to google “girl watching” you’d find some sites dedicated to solely to photos taken of women without their consent. Now, it’s one thing to watch a woman pass by you on the street, but another entirely, to post images on the internet of people you’ve seen in passing.

Granted, a lot of the clothing seen on women lately is more revealing scandalous and sometimes downright inappropriate; but does that give people the right to treat those who choose to adorn this attire any differently then someone in business wear? Does it give people the right to assume they are inviting comments, stare and cat calls for being comfortable with their bodies?

I will admit that I’ve ogled, leered and down right stared until my eyeballs went dry when hot guys pass. As long as they don’t catch me, I’d stare, while intermittently wiping drool from my chin. Heck I’ve even watched women sometimes berating them under my breath for being skinner, hotter and sexier then me.

It’s a normal human reaction to watch and admire people, but I believe there is a point where it can and is taken too far. What do you think?

While you’re contemplating your responses about how you feel about being eye candy, I’m off to have lunch outside and watch the hard bodies work of the landscapers.