"I'm going to sex you up! I'm going to sex you up so crazy!"
Meg's Spectacular Journey of Headshot Delight has come to a close. i went today, took some pictures, and i actually feel pretty good about these.
the optimist says now.
meh. if these dont come out ok i can always crop my sister out of my gorgeous live journal profile picture, right? it would be fine.
some crazy guy followed me a ways down 7th ave this morning. i think he kept asking me if i was a hooker and a whore. of course i ignored him. the thing is, him asking me IF i was a hooker/whore thing didnt really bother me as much as the fact that he was asking me at 9:15 am. seriously, i was more taken back by the time of day in which this encounter took place than the actual encounter itself.
which goes to show that perhaps i have WAY too many of these encounters.
i dont know what is is with men on the street catcalling and what-not. except, REALLY, i cant even call it catcalling anymore, because many of the men who make comments in my general direction are actually quite respectful. naturally, i still get the repulsive sexual joke or whistle, but the phrase that now take precedence over all others is, all joking aside, "You look very nice today." that's it. and, as creepy as the guy may say it, it is very difficult for me to be offended by that. dont get me wrong, its not that i prefer the references to creamsicles or 'U' and 'I' being put together in the alphabet, but when did this phenomenon occur? did the population of gross, horny, male nyc street urchins FINALLY get the clue that women typically dont go for walking erections?
although, i have to admit, that when i am walking around manhattan in the midst of a pmsing-obesity episode, sometimes its nice to get a little positive reinforcement via whistle.
the optimist says now.
meh. if these dont come out ok i can always crop my sister out of my gorgeous live journal profile picture, right? it would be fine.
some crazy guy followed me a ways down 7th ave this morning. i think he kept asking me if i was a hooker and a whore. of course i ignored him. the thing is, him asking me IF i was a hooker/whore thing didnt really bother me as much as the fact that he was asking me at 9:15 am. seriously, i was more taken back by the time of day in which this encounter took place than the actual encounter itself.
which goes to show that perhaps i have WAY too many of these encounters.
i dont know what is is with men on the street catcalling and what-not. except, REALLY, i cant even call it catcalling anymore, because many of the men who make comments in my general direction are actually quite respectful. naturally, i still get the repulsive sexual joke or whistle, but the phrase that now take precedence over all others is, all joking aside, "You look very nice today." that's it. and, as creepy as the guy may say it, it is very difficult for me to be offended by that. dont get me wrong, its not that i prefer the references to creamsicles or 'U' and 'I' being put together in the alphabet, but when did this phenomenon occur? did the population of gross, horny, male nyc street urchins FINALLY get the clue that women typically dont go for walking erections?
although, i have to admit, that when i am walking around manhattan in the midst of a pmsing-obesity episode, sometimes its nice to get a little positive reinforcement via whistle.