MAYBE it’s because there is nothing odd about a gorgeous woman walking down a Sydney street.

We are blessed, after all — the city is crawling with them.

Or perhaps we are, indeed, a nation whose rugged men are nothing but gentlemanly; good, decent fellas whose eyes aren’t given to wandering, and whose whistles are saved for a decent tune.

Cough, cough.

media_camera Model Roelene Coleman walking down the street in Bondi. Picture: Tim Hunter

media_camera Harassed... New York actress Shoshana media_camera Respect... Sydney model Roelene

But, whatever the case, the results of hastily arranged, non-expert social science ­experiments never lie.

Last week it was revealed actress Shoshana B. Roberts has been “harassed’’ 108 times in 10 hours ont the streets of Manhattan.

VIDEO: HARASSED 100 TIMES IN 10 HOURS

So when The Daily Telegraph sent our stunning model Roelene Coleman into the wilds of Sydney’s streets armed with little more than her good looks, frayed denim shorts and her flowing locks tied back playfully in a bun, the expectations were grim for the male of the species.

Could they resist a perve, or an unsolicited wolf whistle, or, dare we suggest, a crude pick-up line?

Under the same spotlight, New Yorkers had failed like a poorly chosen simile.

Non-profit group Hollaback! had sent out Roberts and ­recorded in horror how she was heckled.

“What’s up, girl?” “God bless you, mami.” “Damn!’’ “Hey baby.”

Men were seen, heard and found wanting.

media_camera Invisable... Roelene walks through Bondi without a glance.

media_camera Cat-call... Shoshona was harassed 108 times in 10 hours.

But Sydney stood tall, kicking the sexist stereotypes in the proverbial with a display of nobility long decried as dead by feminists.

Ms Coleman waltzed the streets of Bondi and Parramatta and waited for the inevitable cat calls. They never arrived.

Ms Coleman didn’t even get a sideways glance or a wink, let alone a rude, suggestive mouthful from a caveman “engendering’’ himself to the opposite sex.

Nothing but politeness and respect.

After 20 minutes of being ignored at Bondi, Ms Coleman struck on a group of four chiselled chaps in boardies and T-shirts walking directly towards her. Easy pickings.

She proved, however, remarkably invisible. The gents idled by without giving her their gaze. Without noticing. Gone without a glance.

Now, Ms Coleman, 20, is no donkey. The model’s resume is long as some of her catwalk colleagues’ legs. She is routinely sought by designers and starred in TV show Supermodel Me. The girl has game.

media_camera Model Roelene Coleman walking down the street in Parramatta / Picture: Tim Hunter

Parramatta yielded the same surprising results. Eyes front and centre, tongues ­decidedly not wagging.

Silence of the Rams.

Ms Coleman said she rarely felt uncomfortable walking about the Harbour City.

“Sometimes I might feel a little uncomfortable and I just won’t look at a large group of guys when I am walking past,” she said. “But (this is) quite normal.”

Sydney men, hold your heads high. You’ve passed the test. You’ve proved yourself strong, unyielding, under the heat of fierce temptation.

Oh yeah, by the way, there’s no need to hold that stomach in now. She’s gone.