While I stay out of the Red Light District for the most part-- it's super seedy and isn't uplifting, I find that this icky part of the city proceeds out into other parts of life in Amsterdam.
While at home if you feel like a guy is checking out out-- sometimes it's flattering-- someone found you attractive enough to look at more than just a passing glance. However-- when you get honked at while you're walking to the park (even in a group including guys) and when you get looked up and down by every fifth guy you pass on the street, you feel a bit like a piece of meat.
Some of my girl friends here in the staff house have been talking about how we deal with this and we were kind of joking about how we should just check them out right back, it really is very much noticable to a bunch of the girls here how obvious this is.
It's been such a blessing to live in a staff house full of solid Christian guys. Seriously, the guys here in the house are super supportive, intelligent and sweet. It's refreshing to come back and talk to my male co-workers.
I've never really noticed before such a profound difference in the way that different men can look at and interact with women.