Things that make me go GRRRRR, no. 483

Today, it was hot. Today was a hot day. Hot, today was. 


I dressed, consequently, in what I believe to be appropriate attire for a day when you expect to get sweaty. See below. 

I was running to catch a train at about 8.30PM this evening in the above outfit when, as I rushed past, a young man and his friend shouted:


'Put some clothes on!'


and in that second as I rushed on past, suddenly clutching my arms around my barely-bare midriff, I wanted to shout back. Scream back. Or maybe just scream. 


I'm still angry, because it hurts, to be yelled at like that. It's uncomfortable. And some may say I'm overly sensitive (which I am) but that is completely unrelated. Another thing that is completely unrelated, also, but I will still mention - I don't dress 'provocatively'. Mostly I dress like a fucking changeling. But the point is, it doesn't matter how a person dresses. We each have the right to walk around, to be late for trains and run around, anywhere we damn well please and I do not want to worry about people deciding to heckle the comedy show that is my life.  


I'm already a chronic worrier. I don't need to worry about being yelled at by ignorant people when I wear shorts. Or when I'm out running. The other day, after being beeped and yelled at from three separate drivers as I ran alongside the road, I actually went home and stood in front of the mirror, examining how I look and making sure that I'm not missing something - something huge that everyone else can see and is just so abominable they succumb to the urge to bring my attention to them by tooting their car horns. How stupid is that?


In a society where weight is a SIN and diets are EVIL and the internet is a TRAP I feel like there's been a somewhat convenient misunderstanding in the schoolroom of our population. In this particular person's curiously repulsive mind tank, it is socially and morally acceptable to loudly admonish a girl, who is alone, and whom he has never met, for her appearance alone. And it's OK for his friend to laugh. The saddest part is, though, no one disagrees - or if they do, they do it like me, on the internet (it's a TRAP) or to their mama or to their friends or whatever. And nothing changes!


Well, it's not OK. It's really not. And if I wasn't rushing for the train, and if i wasn't so adverse to confrontation, and if I was stronger than I really am, I would have turned right around and recited this blog post and watched his brain expand before my very eyes as he really truly learnt the meaning of the word 'respect'. 


GGRRRRRRRRRR!