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Sometimes, I really hate being a woman. Especially those times when cars (usually pickup trucks) honk at me, gross people stare at me, bums tell me that my moles are beautiful and won't let me pump my own gas, and creepy guys stare at me while I'm at the pump and then won't let me put air into my own tires.
That and the guy at work who I don't think understands the difference between hanging out with your friends and maintaining professional curtesy. I never expected anyone to poke me in the stomach at work. If he does it again I'm going to tell him to keep his hands to himself.
That and people opening doors for me. So okay, the first few times I had to go somewhere with my boss (a grad student) I didn't know where we were going, so I just followed him and he opened the doors for me. Now I know where I'm going but he still opens the doors for me. I really don't like that. I can open the door perfectly well myself. This is kind of a weird one because I don't mind when Ben opens doors for me. But I know that Ben didn't open doors for me until after we'd been dating a while, and he does it because he wants to be extra nice to me. These guys, on the other hand, just do it out of what I suppose is "general courtesy" but instead feels like "I will open the door for you because you can't do it yourself." I take every opportunity I have to get ahead of whoever I'm walking with so that I can open the door myself.
The honking and staring has got to stop. I really don't appreciate that. It's very offensive. It ruins my mood and makes me hate people. That and I'm too afraid of them to give them the finger or tell them to fuck off, because I know if they got mad at me or actually tried something I wouldn't be able to defend myself.
I especially hate that I have to worry about that. Maybe I should learn some sort of martial art so that I can defend myself. About all I know about self defense is that if someone's manhandling you you can kick him in the balls to give yourself a chance to run for it, and that you should scream "fire" instead of "help."
What's even worse is when people are gross enough/sleazy enough to stare or leer at me when I'm walking somewhere with Ben or with my dad or something. And what's even worse is when the person leering has little kids with them. Eeeeeeew.
I think this is why I'd take a long time to get comfortable in a place where people greet strangers on the street. If strangers talk to me it makes me scared and uncomfortable. It's the "why are they talking to me? what are they trying to get?" thing. Sometimes I glare back at people if they're far enough away. If they're in their car sometimes I give them the finger because they probably won't see it or if they do they won't turn around or anything.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. All I wanted to do was get some gas and put air in my tires.
That and the guy at work who I don't think understands the difference between hanging out with your friends and maintaining professional curtesy. I never expected anyone to poke me in the stomach at work. If he does it again I'm going to tell him to keep his hands to himself.
That and people opening doors for me. So okay, the first few times I had to go somewhere with my boss (a grad student) I didn't know where we were going, so I just followed him and he opened the doors for me. Now I know where I'm going but he still opens the doors for me. I really don't like that. I can open the door perfectly well myself. This is kind of a weird one because I don't mind when Ben opens doors for me. But I know that Ben didn't open doors for me until after we'd been dating a while, and he does it because he wants to be extra nice to me. These guys, on the other hand, just do it out of what I suppose is "general courtesy" but instead feels like "I will open the door for you because you can't do it yourself." I take every opportunity I have to get ahead of whoever I'm walking with so that I can open the door myself.
The honking and staring has got to stop. I really don't appreciate that. It's very offensive. It ruins my mood and makes me hate people. That and I'm too afraid of them to give them the finger or tell them to fuck off, because I know if they got mad at me or actually tried something I wouldn't be able to defend myself.
I especially hate that I have to worry about that. Maybe I should learn some sort of martial art so that I can defend myself. About all I know about self defense is that if someone's manhandling you you can kick him in the balls to give yourself a chance to run for it, and that you should scream "fire" instead of "help."
What's even worse is when people are gross enough/sleazy enough to stare or leer at me when I'm walking somewhere with Ben or with my dad or something. And what's even worse is when the person leering has little kids with them. Eeeeeeew.
I think this is why I'd take a long time to get comfortable in a place where people greet strangers on the street. If strangers talk to me it makes me scared and uncomfortable. It's the "why are they talking to me? what are they trying to get?" thing. Sometimes I glare back at people if they're far enough away. If they're in their car sometimes I give them the finger because they probably won't see it or if they do they won't turn around or anything.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. All I wanted to do was get some gas and put air in my tires.
