I used to get quite a lot of wolf-whistling and "HEY PRETTY LADY!" crap on my bike, but this seemed to reduce when I started wearing a fluorescent tabard-y thing, maybe because it put me into the mental category of "cyclist" rather than "woman in public". And that kind of hassle stopped almost completely for me some time ago. I don't know if it's because I put on weight suddenly or because I became a more visibly confident cyclist.

I still get people shouting at me for being a cyclist, but not very often in Oxford. The shouting is more likely to be coming from me these days, for the same reasons as you: "idiots who are actively endangering my life".