I walked to the local supermarket this weekend, just after lunch. As I tend to do, I walked totally consumed by my own world – lost in my thoughts. While approaching the entrance, I noticed what I’d perceived to be a group of shady characters. For those of you desperate to stereotype me for “judging by appearance” note that my perception was based on intuition (guys: you know that thing that women have that aren’t boobs) and not due to the fact that the words “style” and “hygiene” weren’t familiar to these guys.
I passed one of them who decided to tap me on the shoulder and mumble something about his birthday. My inner blonde would’ve stopped in her tracks, looked at him with bewildered shock and remarked with utter excitement; “OMG” (yes, just the letters)… “MY birthday is coming up soon too!!”
But I didn’t.
I just ignored him and shot straight inside to locate my purchases.
I grabbed what I needed and headed to the queue, on my way out watching for The Shadies. They’d entered the store, and positioned themselves just before the turnstiles. Needless to say I was making friendly with the feeling of fear.
The queue took long, I didn’t mind. I hoped that they would get bored, lose patience and leave. Thankfully as I was leaving the store, I saw that they had left, the place they had occupied in the store was now taken by the store’s security.
It annoys me that I can’t walk around alone freely, not even to the corner store; that just because I’m female, I’m more likely to be assaulted (verbally or otherwise). I always have to be subjected to idiotic, sexually driven remarks from males who can’t show respect to an unknown female that doesn’t look like an ogre. It annoys me that every time I walk in the CBD, some retard thinks its fine to pass a remark on how they think I look. It annoys me that even when walking with a group of females, it still happens.
To those idiotic retards: I have a mirror, I know what I look like, and I know which gender I belong to – I don’t need your reminders. I also can’t be bothered to be so affected by your lack of general civility that I stop going where I please. So the next time I ignore your offensive comments, I hope that you take that as the great insult it is and that it makes you cry yourself to sleep (mostly because the thought of that happening brings great joy to me).
I read to the end and I never read anything to the end. Where’s your pepper spray, hit first, talk later. Btw liked your line “making friendly with the feeling of fear”
goshness! thanks aveen