When I first learnt to whistle I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I practiced and practiced until I got really good at it, even now I can whistle really well, I diversified into bird noises too. I remember being out with my father one day and he told me to stop it, when I asked him why he gave me the answer “good girls don’t whistle” and it confused me then but infuriates me now. As it turns out it doesn’t matter what I do or don’t being “good” is irrelevant, it doesn’t do me any favours. It’s ...
