TODAY WAS GOOD
I SLEPT!
I was taken out of sleep by my alarm clock (dammit) but I was sleeping soundly before then! And all through the night! *flex flex*
I went skating today and though the ice quality was a little crap, the actual skating felt really good. I even had some time left over to practice going backwards and bettering my manoeuvrability (I can stay on my feet, but past that I ain't so hot).
Headed to Kino after I was done skating to find a calendar, perhaps. I haven't had one since August of last year. I FOUND A ZELDA CALENDAR so I snatched it the crap up (Theresa asked me today if I was excited for the release on Friday. I told her I have an hourly countdown going until 10 AM Friday when the store opens. Currently 35:23 remaining). I also picked up a business card holder, Es' Decembertime gift, and maybe a thing for the White Elephant exchange next month. Whoops.
In the subway, on my way home, I had a RAWR FEMINISM moment. I don't usually like to be all RAWR FEMINISM but this just kinda happened. I was standing in the train station and working on a sudoku puzzle when I heard "Yo shawty..." Augh, here we go. And then I don't know what made me actually remember to say it this time but I countered with, as innocently as possible, "Are you making fun of my height?"
"What?" he looked stunned. I am indeed very short. "You called me short." "No, I said 'yo shawty'. That's what I say when a girl is pretty." "You came from behind me and I was looking down until you started talking. There's no way you saw my face." "Well, I don't know your name." "You can call me 'Miss.'"
And he still seemed very stunned (especially because the more I spoke, the more the pitch of my voice dropped and the more grave an expression I took) so he went on talking and asking for whatever he was asking for, fucking panhandler.
"Sorry, I don't have any change on me." He gave up. "Lemme ask you one thing though." "What?" "I've been getting a lot of that lately. ... What should I say?"
HE ASKED ME HOW TO APPROACH WOMEN which is essentially the best thing ever.
"Well, you can try saying 'Excuse me, miss.' That's a lot more respectful. Don't bother her if she's reading or has earbuds in or looks busy. And don't tell her how YOU think she looks, because I can guarantee you she doesn't care."
Still stunned. Like, wow, leaving people alone never crossed his selfish mind. He was on his way after that, and, in that moment, I was so proud of everyone who gave that guy hell and didn't take his shit. "I've been getting a lot of that lately." THIS IS AWESOME. Yes, ladies of New York, it's about time y'all stand the fuck up for yourselves! THANK YOU. You make my cold, confrontational little heart sing.
The Rangers and Canucks both lost last night, so there's nothing to take me out of my awesome mood. Yay!
I was taken out of sleep by my alarm clock (dammit) but I was sleeping soundly before then! And all through the night! *flex flex*
I went skating today and though the ice quality was a little crap, the actual skating felt really good. I even had some time left over to practice going backwards and bettering my manoeuvrability (I can stay on my feet, but past that I ain't so hot).
Headed to Kino after I was done skating to find a calendar, perhaps. I haven't had one since August of last year. I FOUND A ZELDA CALENDAR so I snatched it the crap up (Theresa asked me today if I was excited for the release on Friday. I told her I have an hourly countdown going until 10 AM Friday when the store opens. Currently 35:23 remaining). I also picked up a business card holder, Es' Decembertime gift, and maybe a thing for the White Elephant exchange next month. Whoops.
In the subway, on my way home, I had a RAWR FEMINISM moment. I don't usually like to be all RAWR FEMINISM but this just kinda happened. I was standing in the train station and working on a sudoku puzzle when I heard "Yo shawty..." Augh, here we go. And then I don't know what made me actually remember to say it this time but I countered with, as innocently as possible, "Are you making fun of my height?"
"What?" he looked stunned. I am indeed very short. "You called me short." "No, I said 'yo shawty'. That's what I say when a girl is pretty." "You came from behind me and I was looking down until you started talking. There's no way you saw my face." "Well, I don't know your name." "You can call me 'Miss.'"
And he still seemed very stunned (especially because the more I spoke, the more the pitch of my voice dropped and the more grave an expression I took) so he went on talking and asking for whatever he was asking for, fucking panhandler.
"Sorry, I don't have any change on me." He gave up. "Lemme ask you one thing though." "What?" "I've been getting a lot of that lately. ... What should I say?"
HE ASKED ME HOW TO APPROACH WOMEN which is essentially the best thing ever.
"Well, you can try saying 'Excuse me, miss.' That's a lot more respectful. Don't bother her if she's reading or has earbuds in or looks busy. And don't tell her how YOU think she looks, because I can guarantee you she doesn't care."
Still stunned. Like, wow, leaving people alone never crossed his selfish mind. He was on his way after that, and, in that moment, I was so proud of everyone who gave that guy hell and didn't take his shit. "I've been getting a lot of that lately." THIS IS AWESOME. Yes, ladies of New York, it's about time y'all stand the fuck up for yourselves! THANK YOU. You make my cold, confrontational little heart sing.
The Rangers and Canucks both lost last night, so there's nothing to take me out of my awesome mood. Yay!