Most males confuse me. I can deal with them on a case-by-case basis. For example, I love Ad and BD is one of my best friends. St Pat and Michael Cera were two of the first people I connected with in my program. On the other hand, the feral male who runs wild in the streets confuses me a little. Let me give you some context. I was mailing a package at the UPS dropbox tonight. Yes, I realize that 10 pm is late to drop off your packages, but it was the only time I could take care of the chore. I wasn't sure which corner the drop box was located on (the address gave me an intersection), so I parked my car and walked around. As previously mentioned, I looked a little bit like an exhausted zombie. My skin is none to clear of late, possibly from the sheer amount of stress I've been under and the foods I've been eating. I am currently dead pale... a paleness probably exhaserbated by the street lights. My hair was pulled back into something messy because its easy and comfortable that way. I was dressed from lab work: long pants, a long sleeved t-shirt, close toed shoes. I will admit to wearing stripped fingerless gloves. For some reason, they made me feel good about life.
So, I'm mailing my package, and walking back to my car. A truck load of boys from the university start wolf-whistling and yelling at me. I heard something like "nice rack". My breasts are none too impressive. They're on the larger side... but that's only because my rib cage is relatively small. And... I was wearning a t-shirt. Not a terribly tight one either. I could have understood the comment if I'd been wearing something with a plunging neckline, but, the guys seemed like neanderthals.
Going to a women's college did not prepare me for how to deal with men and boys when they got disrespectful. It was kind of nice because I didn't have to worry about it day to day, and never hung around guys who would say or do something like that when I went out... except JP. And, JP is just kind of an asshole. Also, he's like a six year old who can do complex math and order alcohol. So... I don't know how well I handled the situation. I can't tell you if I blushed or not. I wasn't going to give the guys anything. Its not like I had much to show, anyway. I think they were just drunken idiots trying to amuse themselves in harmless (if you can call it that ways). Still, it made me feel objectified, and thats something I hate. I have a bitch mode and a smarter-than-you mode so no one objectifies me. But, I should be able to hold my own again a drunk, right? Comments like that are harmless, right? Or, are they a symptom of a deeper problem in our society?
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