I got catcalled today.
The day I feel comfortable with myself--the one ridiculously good day when the stride I take at home can be transcended into a public place while I rock out to my jam--I get a vulgar remark thrown my way:
"Lemmie see dem legs, dem legs!" I paused to look around and see which girl they hollered at, and when no other girl's apparent but me, I get random snickers behind me
"He, she was fat anyways."
This happened similarily a day before: Our health class was to write slips to ask questions to the opposite sex "Where would you want to go as a date?" came up. I responded "It's a trap, because every girl's different." Responses were murmured, but accepted.
The second question rolled by: "Do you preffer athletic or intelligent men." "Really, it depends."
A girl makes a joke: "Or both."
I laugh along with her and say "Both is good!"
Suddenly, there's a wave of "fatass!" whispered around the room. There's really no way to prove it was directed towards me, but I felt uncomfortable, horribly uncomfortable hearing the murmurs! Regardless of direction, those should have been stopped and our teacher didn't bother to say a word!
On another note, why is it men can make such remarks about a woman and not mean it (I hope), yet women can't make the same joke? It's disturbing.
Yet I see a very different trend happening at the same time: Good men; adorable men, whom take women seriously. Whom treat women well and shy up a bit when having to approach one. The type of guy that's willing to rant over how confusing girls are and how much he wants to ask her out but doesn't want to come off as creepy. The guy that asks you for advice because he's dying on the inside and wants that girl to like him. The guy that gets genuinely mad when women are neglected or catcalled or degraded in such a way.
I dreamed a dream that every man in existence caught the virus which infected my friends--respect for others. That world was awesome, and we need it to exist.
The day I feel comfortable with myself--the one ridiculously good day when the stride I take at home can be transcended into a public place while I rock out to my jam--I get a vulgar remark thrown my way:
"Lemmie see dem legs, dem legs!" I paused to look around and see which girl they hollered at, and when no other girl's apparent but me, I get random snickers behind me
"He, she was fat anyways."
This happened similarily a day before: Our health class was to write slips to ask questions to the opposite sex "Where would you want to go as a date?" came up. I responded "It's a trap, because every girl's different." Responses were murmured, but accepted.
The second question rolled by: "Do you preffer athletic or intelligent men." "Really, it depends."
A girl makes a joke: "Or both."
I laugh along with her and say "Both is good!"
Suddenly, there's a wave of "fatass!" whispered around the room. There's really no way to prove it was directed towards me, but I felt uncomfortable, horribly uncomfortable hearing the murmurs! Regardless of direction, those should have been stopped and our teacher didn't bother to say a word!
On another note, why is it men can make such remarks about a woman and not mean it (I hope), yet women can't make the same joke? It's disturbing.
Yet I see a very different trend happening at the same time: Good men; adorable men, whom take women seriously. Whom treat women well and shy up a bit when having to approach one. The type of guy that's willing to rant over how confusing girls are and how much he wants to ask her out but doesn't want to come off as creepy. The guy that asks you for advice because he's dying on the inside and wants that girl to like him. The guy that gets genuinely mad when women are neglected or catcalled or degraded in such a way.
I dreamed a dream that every man in existence caught the virus which infected my friends--respect for others. That world was awesome, and we need it to exist.
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