tonight...tonight.
i go back to classes monday. i am sure i am fully prepared, but i feel like i need two more weeks.
tonight, some asshole totally slap/grabbed my ass. i wasn't cool with it all. i went out for drinks at franklin (much later in my evening), and i was talking to a friend while he was cleaning. telling him that i appreciate his hard work because i am just like him at work - i never stop. some old dude, 50's most likely, just fucking comes up behind me and slap grabs my ass. you picked the wrong person, buddy. i believe that personal space is a huge barrier to cross.
i didn't know who the fuck this guy was.
anyway, i was pissed. i figured out where this mother fucker was, after i had told him once that i felt very disrespected, and what he did was extremely rude. he kept saying that he was sorry, as if that would fix anything. i talked to others about it, they said that maybe i seemed like a cool chick that i would be okay with it. these things don't satisfy me.
they thought it was a joke - as if being objectified was okay. i'm never okay with being objectified, no matter the circumstance.
if my idol walked up to me, and slap grabbed my ass - i'd be all - "what the fuck? have some respect, man."
how can you truly feel like something or someone has been made an example of if it doesn't come directly from the source? people's disrespect sometimes astounds me. here i am, a thick lady - and not always - but i appear to be someone that you don't fuck with. i really have a hard time grasping some days that people think i'm fast and loose. if you talked to me for five minutes you would be indefinitely reminded about how not every woman or all women are the same. i don't know...they told me to just brush it off, but i do believe that you should stand true to your convictions. if someone is fucking with you, tell them so.
tonight, some asshole totally slap/grabbed my ass. i wasn't cool with it all. i went out for drinks at franklin (much later in my evening), and i was talking to a friend while he was cleaning. telling him that i appreciate his hard work because i am just like him at work - i never stop. some old dude, 50's most likely, just fucking comes up behind me and slap grabs my ass. you picked the wrong person, buddy. i believe that personal space is a huge barrier to cross.
i didn't know who the fuck this guy was.
anyway, i was pissed. i figured out where this mother fucker was, after i had told him once that i felt very disrespected, and what he did was extremely rude. he kept saying that he was sorry, as if that would fix anything. i talked to others about it, they said that maybe i seemed like a cool chick that i would be okay with it. these things don't satisfy me.
they thought it was a joke - as if being objectified was okay. i'm never okay with being objectified, no matter the circumstance.
if my idol walked up to me, and slap grabbed my ass - i'd be all - "what the fuck? have some respect, man."
how can you truly feel like something or someone has been made an example of if it doesn't come directly from the source? people's disrespect sometimes astounds me. here i am, a thick lady - and not always - but i appear to be someone that you don't fuck with. i really have a hard time grasping some days that people think i'm fast and loose. if you talked to me for five minutes you would be indefinitely reminded about how not every woman or all women are the same. i don't know...they told me to just brush it off, but i do believe that you should stand true to your convictions. if someone is fucking with you, tell them so.