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Popped out to get snackfoods, while wearing my new knee-length shorts. It's maybe a five minute walk, still bright daylight outside even though it's 8pm, and the rest of my outfit isn't exactly outrageous - square neck grey top and chucks.
You can imagine, then, my absolute outrage when some random guy stops me in the street, points at my hairy legs and announces 'if my girlfriend let herself get like that, I'd fucking smack her one.'
I didn't punch him, but it was a very close run thing. If I wasn't due to fly in a just over a week, he'd be wondering where his teeth went. Instead I just snapped at him that guys like him were exactly why I kept it long, because it's a grade A asshole repellent. At that point, he looked like he was about to hit me, at which point all bets would have been off, but instead he just walked away muttering to himself.
Ok, I might be a little disappointed by that part. I could totally have taken him, and pulled him to pieces.
I just... what was he hoping to achieve? Was he trying to insinuate that I should be his girlfriend? Because really, not exactly encouraging there. Was he trying to stand up for my imaginary boyfriend? Because dude, Georg might not like having his toes stepped on like that. Nice demonstration of how casual violence against an intimate partner is totally acceptable to a large percentage of the population, too. I wish that was overlookable, but it's a pretty big part of this. That whole relationship = ownership vibe is fucking creepy.
I never got this when my hair was long. I get the feeling that when my hair was long and pretty and the rest of my appearance was fairly feminine it was overlookable because the rest of me was still nice and obedient. Now that I'm visibly not playing by the rules anywhere, I should probably prepare for more of this.
You can imagine, then, my absolute outrage when some random guy stops me in the street, points at my hairy legs and announces 'if my girlfriend let herself get like that, I'd fucking smack her one.'
I didn't punch him, but it was a very close run thing. If I wasn't due to fly in a just over a week, he'd be wondering where his teeth went. Instead I just snapped at him that guys like him were exactly why I kept it long, because it's a grade A asshole repellent. At that point, he looked like he was about to hit me, at which point all bets would have been off, but instead he just walked away muttering to himself.
Ok, I might be a little disappointed by that part. I could totally have taken him, and pulled him to pieces.
I just... what was he hoping to achieve? Was he trying to insinuate that I should be his girlfriend? Because really, not exactly encouraging there. Was he trying to stand up for my imaginary boyfriend? Because dude, Georg might not like having his toes stepped on like that. Nice demonstration of how casual violence against an intimate partner is totally acceptable to a large percentage of the population, too. I wish that was overlookable, but it's a pretty big part of this. That whole relationship = ownership vibe is fucking creepy.
I never got this when my hair was long. I get the feeling that when my hair was long and pretty and the rest of my appearance was fairly feminine it was overlookable because the rest of me was still nice and obedient. Now that I'm visibly not playing by the rules anywhere, I should probably prepare for more of this.
