AND ANOTHER THING... (tm Lamia)
I went out and gorged myself on sushi and beer and sake BECAUSE I CAN. I brought a nice book, and I went at off hours. That's when I usually go to places because I just want to sit and read and eat and drink.
I just want to (not-so-rhetorically) ask: Why whenever I just want to sit quietly and read a book do guys (it's always guys!) feel it's perfectly okay to interrupt? "What are you reading? Is it good? What's it about?" It's the same thing as when I'm walking down the street and a guy (usually an older guy) says, "Smile!" as if I don't have the right to my own thoughts and emotions and I'm just set dressing in his world.
Some people (read: other guys) have told me the book inquirers are just trying to chat me up, to which I reply, "Don't they see me sitting there reading? What part of what I'm doing screams "I AM JUST BEGGING FOR YOU TO INTRUDE WITH YOUR MANLY MANLY SELF AND SAVE ME FROM MY OWN THOUGHTS?""
The guy who interrupted me kept asking me about my book and eventually said, "I never read," as if... I DON'T KNOW AS IF WHAT. Is that supposed to impress me?
I AM NOT HERE TO AMUSE YOU IN YOUR DULL IGNORANT LIFE.
Then, even though he saw me turn back to my book, he had the FUCKING GALL to ask, "Can I look at the book for a minute?" To which I finally blew up and said, "Can I just READ, PLEASE?" He held up his hands and laughed and said, "Whoa! I was just asking!" as if it were ME who was being unreasonable!
NOTE TO ALL MEN (cis and trans) WHO READ THIS: I HOLD YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERY ENTITLED FUCKING DOUCHEBAG ON THE PLANET. DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. NOW.
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I just want to (not-so-rhetorically) ask: Why whenever I just want to sit quietly and read a book do guys (it's always guys!) feel it's perfectly okay to interrupt? "What are you reading? Is it good? What's it about?" It's the same thing as when I'm walking down the street and a guy (usually an older guy) says, "Smile!" as if I don't have the right to my own thoughts and emotions and I'm just set dressing in his world.
Some people (read: other guys) have told me the book inquirers are just trying to chat me up, to which I reply, "Don't they see me sitting there reading? What part of what I'm doing screams "I AM JUST BEGGING FOR YOU TO INTRUDE WITH YOUR MANLY MANLY SELF AND SAVE ME FROM MY OWN THOUGHTS?""
The guy who interrupted me kept asking me about my book and eventually said, "I never read," as if... I DON'T KNOW AS IF WHAT. Is that supposed to impress me?
I AM NOT HERE TO AMUSE YOU IN YOUR DULL IGNORANT LIFE.
Then, even though he saw me turn back to my book, he had the FUCKING GALL to ask, "Can I look at the book for a minute?" To which I finally blew up and said, "Can I just READ, PLEASE?" He held up his hands and laughed and said, "Whoa! I was just asking!" as if it were ME who was being unreasonable!
NOTE TO ALL MEN (cis and trans) WHO READ THIS: I HOLD YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERY ENTITLED FUCKING DOUCHEBAG ON THE PLANET. DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. NOW.
This entry was originally posted at http://spiderine.dreamwidth.org/529075.html. There are
comments over there. I've disabled LJ's Facebook and Twitter cross-posting idiocy as much as I can, but if you're especially concerned, feel free to comment there.