in a constant state of stickiness
The heat is like a really bad fever that you can't get medicine for.
Air conditioning wouldn't suck right now.
If it weren't for all the creepy men in the world I would be walking around naked.
I think men are definitely more disrespectful on the east coast. It must be something in the water. It never fails that I walk to work and some big beer-bellied, 5:00-shadowed, creep yells "Hey honey. I like your boots" muffled by the hot dog he's cramming into his cheeks like a ratty little squirrel, thinking he's just as clever as sliced bread because he figured out that "boots" rhymes with "boobs".....like he's the first asshole who has ever figured that one out.
It's fucking hot here and if I want to wear a miniskirt and my beloved black knee high boots that does not give you permission to be creepy. They aren't even heeled boots. Then I might look like a hooker...but even if I did dress like a hooker that's not an invitation to be yelled at in some ignorant-sounding bostonian accent.
It's really freaking hot, but in order to not be gawked at you have to walk around in a sweatshirt and jeans. You have to choose one or the other.
You know what else fucking sucks? Margot says that in Catholic school during the winter in Michigan, the girls weren't allowed to wear pants no matter how cold it was. I say it can really suck to be a woman sometimes because you're just getting fucked left and right....and not always in a good way.
But I'm not the kind of feminist to bitch without offering some sort of solution. So my solution is that I choose to dress however the hell I want. If it's hot, I'm not going to wear a whole lot of clothing. And as for the creepos in the construction sites, I've just started laughing AT them really loudly and in their faces. A good strong "HAH!" that says "You pathetic loser, I look damn good and I wouldn't look at you twice if you were the last man on earth and I the last woman and all of human kind depended on us sleeping together. So you can dream on buster, and if you were attempting to make me feel objectified and uncomfortable, you have failed miserably because I am hot and you are not. So fuck you very much!" Then I lift my chin and keep struttin past with a big smile on my face.
Don't dish it out if you can't take it. I'm tired of being the bigger better person who turns the other cheek, and I refuse to get angry and flip the bird. Then they have won.
So I just laugh.
It's a beautiful world.
Air conditioning wouldn't suck right now.
If it weren't for all the creepy men in the world I would be walking around naked.
I think men are definitely more disrespectful on the east coast. It must be something in the water. It never fails that I walk to work and some big beer-bellied, 5:00-shadowed, creep yells "Hey honey. I like your boots" muffled by the hot dog he's cramming into his cheeks like a ratty little squirrel, thinking he's just as clever as sliced bread because he figured out that "boots" rhymes with "boobs".....like he's the first asshole who has ever figured that one out.
It's fucking hot here and if I want to wear a miniskirt and my beloved black knee high boots that does not give you permission to be creepy. They aren't even heeled boots. Then I might look like a hooker...but even if I did dress like a hooker that's not an invitation to be yelled at in some ignorant-sounding bostonian accent.
It's really freaking hot, but in order to not be gawked at you have to walk around in a sweatshirt and jeans. You have to choose one or the other.
You know what else fucking sucks? Margot says that in Catholic school during the winter in Michigan, the girls weren't allowed to wear pants no matter how cold it was. I say it can really suck to be a woman sometimes because you're just getting fucked left and right....and not always in a good way.
But I'm not the kind of feminist to bitch without offering some sort of solution. So my solution is that I choose to dress however the hell I want. If it's hot, I'm not going to wear a whole lot of clothing. And as for the creepos in the construction sites, I've just started laughing AT them really loudly and in their faces. A good strong "HAH!" that says "You pathetic loser, I look damn good and I wouldn't look at you twice if you were the last man on earth and I the last woman and all of human kind depended on us sleeping together. So you can dream on buster, and if you were attempting to make me feel objectified and uncomfortable, you have failed miserably because I am hot and you are not. So fuck you very much!" Then I lift my chin and keep struttin past with a big smile on my face.
Don't dish it out if you can't take it. I'm tired of being the bigger better person who turns the other cheek, and I refuse to get angry and flip the bird. Then they have won.
So I just laugh.
It's a beautiful world.