November 2010 archive

thank you “i see his penis out” woman

I kept seeing links to the video all week and finally decided to check it out this morning.  Long story short, some asshole rubbed his condom-covered peen on a woman in a not crowded subway and she was not having it.

I thank her for it.

I’ve lived in New York for about five years now.  Thankfully no one has felt the urge to expose them self to me, but like most other women, I am constantly harassed walking down the street.  I try to keep it civil. For example, if a man says I’m beautiful, I’ll say “Thank you.”  Not because I am thankful that he paid a compliment, but because if I don’t say anything I will inevitably get hit with “Why you so saditty?” “You’re not that cute anyway!” or the ever classic “Bitch.” *rolls eyes*

Anyway, I’ve become pretty numb to this weak holleration, but what happened to me on Saturday night still bothers me.  I was walking to a party (just stop, I don’t want to hear about how I should not be parading around Brooklyn at night) and I’m waiting on the corner of Washington and St. Marks and this man comes up to me and tells me I’m beautiful.  Blah blah, I say thanks and turn back to the street.  I’m wearing my headphones but I can tell he’s still talking.  I take one ear piece out to hear better.  In retrospect, I should have just kept the headphone in and continued to ignore him.  He repeats what he said and I make the fatal error of asking him what did he just say because I can’t believe he just said what I thought he did.  But sure enough he really did say “I would love to eat your p*ssy out.”

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat the hell?! Seriously?  When did this become the hot pick up line?

So I’m stuck at the longest light ever and this dude continues to talk about my no-no area, about how pretty it is, about how he’d have me limping in the morning and continuing to tell me that he’d eat it up, because apparently, that is the ultimate compliment he can pay.

I really wish I could have snapped back into reality and say all the things I wanted to say.  I wish I would have told him that my very pretty pink petal is definately out of his league and he needs to take all this wack game somewhere else.  Alas, all I could muster up is “Wow, that is crazy inappropriate” and continue my prayer to stop light gods that that light would finally turn red so I could run away.

The light finally turns red, I literally run across the street.  All the while, this guy is now yelling about how beautiful my vagina is. *sigh*

While holla back has been trying to fight street harassment for years, the reality is that legislation is not going to stop it.  Other easy answers, such as telling parents to raise their sons better, or telling women to not engage these men so they aren’t confused into thinking this constant harassment is a compliment that makes women feel good, are also not the ultimate solution.  In fact, I’m not really sure what is the answer.

What I do know is that next man that decides he’s going to disrespect and humiliate me like that will get a hell of a lot more than “wow, that is crazy inappropriate.”

peace,
e.

Oprah’s Power

I’ve been reading The Power (follow up The Secret), which is all about love and the laws of attraction.  Basically, what you give out to the world is what you get back.  Give love, get love. Very simple, in theory.  Oprah’s favorite things episode came on Friday, I just got around to watching it this morning.  The way I was hollering, you would have thought that I was actually getting the gifts.  Oprah makes me think of The Power.  Oprah has a hit show that people would watch whether she gave away tons of gifts every year or now.  Hell, if she gave her audience one gift  on the show people would still go crazy.  She gives because she wants to, and I believe when she gives and she gets back.  This makes me happy.

Of the 25 gifts or so, my favs were:

If you know me, you know I LOVE the Container Store.  Almost too much.  So when Oprah gave away this Elfa Closet system I just about lost it.  My roommate was dying.

Netflix for 5 years?! Son. That is freaking awesome.

I love that Oprah gave a way to give back.  Kiva allows you to donate money to fund loans for small businesses around the world.  This is pretty sweet also because Groupon (which I just recently came to love) will add $10 to your donation.

These sneakers look soo comfy. I totally want.  I will get them, and then I will start running again. (back to #operationfuturemilf).

Of course the diamond watch and cruise are dope too.

Part 2 of Oprah’s Favorite things airs today.  I cannot wait.

e.

The Good Old Days: Brownappella

So sometime in late 2003, Smith had an karayoke guy come and record us singing.  The following foolishness ensued:

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enjoy,
e.