“THERE’S A HOT SEXY GIRL RIGHT THERE!... OH YA...mmmm...HOT SEXY GIRL YA.. RIGHT THERE!”
Before I even continue, let me set the record straight by saying, no I was not “dressed sexy” – I was not wearing heels and no part of my clandestine skin was showing other than my hands and my face. My neck you ask? No, not even. Actually I was wearing a scarf (scandalous, I know).
Look, I was wearing a hoodie okay? And no (I know what you’re thinking), not even one of those skin-tight sexy-like hoodies*. I am talking a hey-I- don’t-really-feel-like-getting-sexually-harassed-tonight-kinda-hoodie. There were no leggings* involved at the scene, I was wearing jeans... and no, not even my tightest ones.
And yet apparently it is still okay to YELL to the entire street corner at midnight about how sexy I am.
Look, I realize I am sexy. You don’t need to remind me. I’ll take those reminders from people who know my name, thanks. Maybe next time I see you coming out of the subway I will inform everyone around:
“HERE COMES AN IGNORANT PRICK! HE’S AN ASSHOLE! CHECK OUT THE LAME ON THIS GUY RIGHT HERE!”
But I can’t do thaaat. Then I’ll just be one of them crazy bitches.
Sexy girl? Or one of them crazy bitches? Wow,these are impeccable options here, when did it get so awesome to be female?
The problem is this: when you’re female, you’re female (you don’t have much choice, unless you are interested in costly genital reconstruction surgery). And when you’re a female most of the perks that come with the gender (such as so-called compliments on emergence from public transit) only show up nice and clear when you’re alone. The looks, the yells, the honks, the glares, the whistles, the remarks, the cat-calls, the “compliments” – all of these things are best experienced solo. It’s hard to explain to some men why it gets really old being “hit on” all the time.
Look, when it comes to trying to pick-up, the sexual harassment route, it’s getting a little old – I’ve heard it all before, no it’s not acceptable, and no, I have never slept with someone who started yelling:
“THERE’S A HOT SEXY GIRL RIGHT THERE!... OH YA...mmmm...HOT SEXY GIRL YA.. RIGHT THERE!”
So please, as I said to the man who so delicately let me know his thoughts... bite me.
*I do not have anything against either leggings or skin-tight sexy-like hoodies. I own them both, and yes, look damn sexy in them.
