On Being Called a Slut on the Way to the Grocery Store

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So I went to the grocery store in my neighbourhood to pick up bread, barbecue sauce, and milk. I passed a group of boys[1] who weren't exactly quiet about what they thought about me, my height, my appearance (all, apparently, positive - insofar as I can translate Gangsta, anyway).

I go past, aware of what they're saying, and not giving them any attention (I get enough people staring at and/or commenting on my height/body within my earshot that if I paid attention to them all, I'd never get anything done - besides: why encourage them?)
One of them calls after me:

"Hey, shorty! Hey shorty!"

When I don't turn, he adds:

"Hey! Baby Girl!"

When this didn't work he switched tactics:

"Fucking slut."

Mm.Hmm.


And this is what I thought. Beyond the "Yup, right on schedule," and the smirking "That was predictable," was this: "Honey. If even the sluts won't sleep with you, your approach pretty clearly needs work. Think about that."


Went into the store, got my groceries.

They were gone when I came out again.

I thought about this and decided that it's not too surprising that they left.

If they'd stayed, their options would have been:

1) 'Ignore' me (which is only effective if the person you're ignoring actually wants your attention), OR

2) Try again, and get rejected again.

Unsuccessfully begging for attention once is bad enough, right? Twice would be even worse.

Better to find something else to do.

This conclusion made me smile. :-)


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)


[EDIT: Random Plug: Shameless Magazine - a grassroots, queer-friendly, feminist, Canadian magazine for teen girls. I am delighted that it exists. :-D]


[1] As in: Not yet twenty, though they might have been out of high school. Late teens, let's say.