Never really had any smart-ass shouting, but when I was 12, I used to ride an MTB on the pavement and had really long, curly hair. That hair almost got decapitated once, when a group of girls took a fancy to it as I rode past and thought they'd have a go at stroking it (without me stopping). I have to hand it to them for spotting the hair in the pitch black darkness, though.
Other than that, I probably haven't been cycling through the right places. There were some drunk ladies after what looked like a hen-do calling out for some sort of superhero known as 'Cyclist-man' a few weeks back... the University is always a mess.