Days like that make me want to go back to the 16éme. I'm starting to get really angry I can't even walk out my door without hearing some comment from someone. And they're not all like the little old man who told me my hair was pretty this morning, because that I would be ok with. They're more in the genre of sexually agressive turn-my-cheeks-pink comments. You'd think I'd be used to it after more than a year and a half, but somehow I don't think I ever will.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Big hairy butt with your daily shopping, anyone?
While innocently minding my own business yesterday, on the way to Monoprix, I had to pass through a small passage between the back of a bus stop and a video store. Three lovely members of Paris's teenager male population were waiting for me. I had to squeeze past two of them while the other was inside the bus stop, up against the glass panel. The first two started yelling at me as soon as they saw me.. "Ehh, ehhh, viens ici ma cherie, je veux que tu vois quelque chose" and as there was no other way to get around I had to walk by them. I was completely ignoring them while listening to my iPod, and as I turned my head away from them while I swept past, I got a full glimpse of the third boys' ass pressed up against the glass on the back of the bus stop. And it was hairy, really hairy. I was going to turn around and comment on the fact that it was so hairy.. something in the category of "maybe it's time to faire une epilation" but I decided it would be easier to just ignore all of their laughter.
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well, i suppose they were arabs... what do you expect from them ?! You should not talk to them at all , not catch their eyes, no eye contact at all, just walk away like they don't exist. And most important- try not to look embarassed, because this is what they want to get...
They come from a world where women are to be " grabbed ", were a " no ", they think, means a " yes" and where what you want equalls zero
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