To the Pedestrians of Flint
Specifically, those who are walking along Fenton Rd at the same time as me.
See how I'm trying to cross the street to avoid you? Yeah, it's to AVOID YOU. To avoid talking to you.
NO, I'm not a hooker. I am merely a woman, albeit a moderately attractive one, that is waiting for the bus or walking to the store. I do not have a functioning car (this might be a familiar thing to you, save for my car is not sitting in my front yard, it's in my BACK yard); ergo, I must utilize my legs and walk from place to place.
I understand that this is a difficult concept for you to comprehend, so I try to make it a bit easier.
See those BRIGHT FLORESCENT PINK headphones I have on? Yeah, those ones. No, douchebag, quit staring at my tits. When you try to talk to me and I point at said headphones, in most cultures that means OH HEY I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU. It does not mean, "Come closer and try to talk to me; I'm standing here with my head not facing you because I WANT YOU SO BAD OH MEEE SOOOOOOO HORRRRRRNY!"
IF, and this is a big IF, I manage to not basically run away from you or you manage to engage me in coversation, do not refer to me as 'female'. It's my sex, yes, but I don't appreciate being told, "You the female at my house last night!" When I reply that no, I was not at your house last night and in fact have no idea whatever you might be talking about, DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME AND INSIST OTHERWISE.
If I am wearing a tank top and skirt when it is nearly 90 degrees out, it's NOT to seduce you. So don't tell me, "Dayum baby you lookin all good for me?" First of all, I'M SWEATING MY ASS OFF. Secondly, I don't WANT your attention. The only reason why I'm not standing with my back to you is because there are two other men behind you, and I can't fight in flip flops if something happens. If I can help it, I wear baggy clothing to AVOID attention. Or at least a tee shirt to avoid showing cleavage, since you clearly cannot comprehend that breasts, when large, naturally tend to hang out of tank tops. Whether you (well, in this case ME) want them to or not.
IF YOU ARE A BUS DRIVER AND GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER...... I'm not calling. GET OVER IT. Do NOT tell me, "You were supposed to call me." Um, really? Didn't get that memo. Please see prior comment about headphones.
DO NOT ASK ME, "Baby why you gonna play me like that?" Um, YOU approached ME, despite my clear "Please leave me alone" signals, and occasional SPOKEN REQUEST. Yeah, that's right. If you keep talking to me and I ask you to leave me alone, I MEAN IT. See my hand reaching into my purse? Sadly, there's no weapon in there, but I am normally reaching for my cell phone just in case i need to call the police.
If you say to me that I'm going to program your number into my phone, and I have not had a chance to run away by then (normally this happens when I'm waiting for the bus), and I inform you that no, I am in fact calling the police, do NOT laugh and say, "Oh you a sexy FUNNY Female!". I am not backing away because I'm overwhelmed by your sexy-maleness, but rather because I'm actually getting frightened by this point.
Please keep this in mind, gentlemen (and I'm using the term EXTREMELY loosely here). The only reason why I AM NOT ARMED WITH A GUN is because 1.) I do not possess a concealed weapons permit, and as a result cannot legally carry a concealed weapon and 2.) I am not OPENLY carrying a gun (this is legal in Michigan, although according to Flint law it's not supposed to be loaded) is because my weapon is not registered in my name, creating all sorts of legal issues, and 3.) I have legal issues pending, which basically means that if I am openly carrying a weapon, said police will probably be picking ME up, not you.... Actually, depending on if they run your name and you have warrants, you might be getting a ride too.
The only reason why I am not carrying PEPPER SPRAY is due to an unfortunate event involving me, a closed apartment, and it accidentally being set off. Due to my clumsiness, I know this will happen again, and am not eager to repeat the experience, despite the fact that I know it will happen again in several years when I go thru police academy.
IF YOU ARE A HOOKER:
Please, leave me alone. No, I'm not interested. Yes, I am sure.
Do not tell me to get off your corner, it's a friggin BUS STOP, SEE THAT SIGN THERE????
Do not ask me for a cigarette, if I have one I'm not sharing. Especially don't ask if you can just have a drag off of mine, I do not want my lips touching ANYTHING your lips touch. In fact, DO NOT TOUCH ME. At all. My hair, my clothes, my belongings. *shudders* I don't know where your hands have been, either.
See, really, it's quite simple. Leave me alone, and I won't be a bitch to you. And why am I bitchy? Well, it's not just you. It's everyone that does not understand that a person wants to be left alone to go about their day, and run their errands and go to the gym and take the bus in peace.
*facepalm*
Btw, all of these situations have occurred over the past 2 days. TWO. *headdesk*
At least I don't discriminate, unless proven otherwise I just hate everybody equally.
And a very special thank you to the two gentlemen and one bus driver that have seen me riding the bus before, getting hassled, and have helped me by telling the hasslers to back off. *kisses on cheek* I don't hate you guys. Just the rest of people that try to talk to me in Flint.
See how I'm trying to cross the street to avoid you? Yeah, it's to AVOID YOU. To avoid talking to you.
NO, I'm not a hooker. I am merely a woman, albeit a moderately attractive one, that is waiting for the bus or walking to the store. I do not have a functioning car (this might be a familiar thing to you, save for my car is not sitting in my front yard, it's in my BACK yard); ergo, I must utilize my legs and walk from place to place.
I understand that this is a difficult concept for you to comprehend, so I try to make it a bit easier.
See those BRIGHT FLORESCENT PINK headphones I have on? Yeah, those ones. No, douchebag, quit staring at my tits. When you try to talk to me and I point at said headphones, in most cultures that means OH HEY I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU. It does not mean, "Come closer and try to talk to me; I'm standing here with my head not facing you because I WANT YOU SO BAD OH MEEE SOOOOOOO HORRRRRRNY!"
IF, and this is a big IF, I manage to not basically run away from you or you manage to engage me in coversation, do not refer to me as 'female'. It's my sex, yes, but I don't appreciate being told, "You the female at my house last night!" When I reply that no, I was not at your house last night and in fact have no idea whatever you might be talking about, DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME AND INSIST OTHERWISE.
If I am wearing a tank top and skirt when it is nearly 90 degrees out, it's NOT to seduce you. So don't tell me, "Dayum baby you lookin all good for me?" First of all, I'M SWEATING MY ASS OFF. Secondly, I don't WANT your attention. The only reason why I'm not standing with my back to you is because there are two other men behind you, and I can't fight in flip flops if something happens. If I can help it, I wear baggy clothing to AVOID attention. Or at least a tee shirt to avoid showing cleavage, since you clearly cannot comprehend that breasts, when large, naturally tend to hang out of tank tops. Whether you (well, in this case ME) want them to or not.
IF YOU ARE A BUS DRIVER AND GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER...... I'm not calling. GET OVER IT. Do NOT tell me, "You were supposed to call me." Um, really? Didn't get that memo. Please see prior comment about headphones.
DO NOT ASK ME, "Baby why you gonna play me like that?" Um, YOU approached ME, despite my clear "Please leave me alone" signals, and occasional SPOKEN REQUEST. Yeah, that's right. If you keep talking to me and I ask you to leave me alone, I MEAN IT. See my hand reaching into my purse? Sadly, there's no weapon in there, but I am normally reaching for my cell phone just in case i need to call the police.
If you say to me that I'm going to program your number into my phone, and I have not had a chance to run away by then (normally this happens when I'm waiting for the bus), and I inform you that no, I am in fact calling the police, do NOT laugh and say, "Oh you a sexy FUNNY Female!". I am not backing away because I'm overwhelmed by your sexy-maleness, but rather because I'm actually getting frightened by this point.
Please keep this in mind, gentlemen (and I'm using the term EXTREMELY loosely here). The only reason why I AM NOT ARMED WITH A GUN is because 1.) I do not possess a concealed weapons permit, and as a result cannot legally carry a concealed weapon and 2.) I am not OPENLY carrying a gun (this is legal in Michigan, although according to Flint law it's not supposed to be loaded) is because my weapon is not registered in my name, creating all sorts of legal issues, and 3.) I have legal issues pending, which basically means that if I am openly carrying a weapon, said police will probably be picking ME up, not you.... Actually, depending on if they run your name and you have warrants, you might be getting a ride too.
The only reason why I am not carrying PEPPER SPRAY is due to an unfortunate event involving me, a closed apartment, and it accidentally being set off. Due to my clumsiness, I know this will happen again, and am not eager to repeat the experience, despite the fact that I know it will happen again in several years when I go thru police academy.
IF YOU ARE A HOOKER:
Please, leave me alone. No, I'm not interested. Yes, I am sure.
Do not tell me to get off your corner, it's a friggin BUS STOP, SEE THAT SIGN THERE????
Do not ask me for a cigarette, if I have one I'm not sharing. Especially don't ask if you can just have a drag off of mine, I do not want my lips touching ANYTHING your lips touch. In fact, DO NOT TOUCH ME. At all. My hair, my clothes, my belongings. *shudders* I don't know where your hands have been, either.
See, really, it's quite simple. Leave me alone, and I won't be a bitch to you. And why am I bitchy? Well, it's not just you. It's everyone that does not understand that a person wants to be left alone to go about their day, and run their errands and go to the gym and take the bus in peace.
*facepalm*
Btw, all of these situations have occurred over the past 2 days. TWO. *headdesk*
At least I don't discriminate, unless proven otherwise I just hate everybody equally.
And a very special thank you to the two gentlemen and one bus driver that have seen me riding the bus before, getting hassled, and have helped me by telling the hasslers to back off. *kisses on cheek* I don't hate you guys. Just the rest of people that try to talk to me in Flint.