Because my true name is Posty McPosterperson ;)
As I was reading this post on Feministing about a horrific interview with Jean Claude Van Damme that you should only read if you're not already feeling homicidal, I was reminded of something weird that happened the other day.
So, last Saturday night we went out with the parents of other kids from Yael's class, right? Anyway, Avi and I got to the restaurant a bit late, so we went to the maitre d' and I said something along the lines of "We're here to meet a big group. They're in a private room, I think."
And he was looking in my face when I asked my question, but his answer was addressed to my pregnant belly (which happened to be a bit more obvious than usual, due to the shirt I was wearing). Seriously, he was staring at my stomach. Not my chest, my stomach. As we walked through the restaurant, I turned to Avi and said, "Did that guy just check out my belly?" He agreed I was not hallucinating.
Now, many women of my acquaintance with large chests tell stories of having men speak to their chests, but my chest isn't that big ;) And I've never had anyone speak to my pregnant stomach before. Avi and I couldn't decide if he was just trying to figure out if I'm fat or pregnant (because I'm still at that in-between stage) or if he, like, pervs on pregnant women, or what. But it was all-around weird, lemme tell ya. ::shakes head::
I should be working or at least working on my Yuletide fic right now. So why am I reading news sites and surfing the web looking for a good Hugh-Jackman-as-Wolverine wallpaper for my laptop? (If you happen to know or have a good one, you'd save me some time ;)) Maybe I'll go do some laundry if I'm not getting anything useful done on the computer...
So, last Saturday night we went out with the parents of other kids from Yael's class, right? Anyway, Avi and I got to the restaurant a bit late, so we went to the maitre d' and I said something along the lines of "We're here to meet a big group. They're in a private room, I think."
And he was looking in my face when I asked my question, but his answer was addressed to my pregnant belly (which happened to be a bit more obvious than usual, due to the shirt I was wearing). Seriously, he was staring at my stomach. Not my chest, my stomach. As we walked through the restaurant, I turned to Avi and said, "Did that guy just check out my belly?" He agreed I was not hallucinating.
Now, many women of my acquaintance with large chests tell stories of having men speak to their chests, but my chest isn't that big ;) And I've never had anyone speak to my pregnant stomach before. Avi and I couldn't decide if he was just trying to figure out if I'm fat or pregnant (because I'm still at that in-between stage) or if he, like, pervs on pregnant women, or what. But it was all-around weird, lemme tell ya. ::shakes head::
I should be working or at least working on my Yuletide fic right now. So why am I reading news sites and surfing the web looking for a good Hugh-Jackman-as-Wolverine wallpaper for my laptop? (If you happen to know or have a good one, you'd save me some time ;)) Maybe I'll go do some laundry if I'm not getting anything useful done on the computer...