Rats Riley
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Don't pay the Barbies any mind C-dot. I'll bet you looked like a million bucks!
Don't pay the Barbies any mind C-dot. I'll bet you looked like a million bucks!
A couple of weeks ago on a rainy Saturday morning I was sat on a platform in Dusseldorf Hauptbahnhof waiting for my train to Cologne. I was wearing a blue linen jacket with a navy and white polka-dot pocket square with blue jeans and deck shoes and a panama hat...nothing particularly over the top I think you'll agree. As the train on the opposite platform departed, some guy on it felt it necessary to give me the finger.
What's an ocean and a few years? I love me a man with taste!
I understand the association that you're pointing out, Edward, the idea that some people have about it being somehow "gay" for a man to care for his appearance. However, do you believe that if a heterosexual man does not wish to be taken for a homosexual man, that he is then automatically "homophobic" in nature? Admittedly, he could be, but do you think that such a desire automatically makes him so?
I just moved to a new state 2 months ago. It"s rather hot here and most of the girls here wear skanky shorts and tank tops. So, I usually get laughed at or get weird looks. It's rather sad considering most people go for the rockabilly look here. And would think they would be the ones to understand. But it seems like everyone has become so snobby...and for what?
I understand the association that you're pointing out, Edward, the idea that some people have about it being somehow "gay" for a man to care for his appearance. However, do you believe that if a heterosexual man does not wish to be taken for a homosexual man, that he is then automatically "homophobic" in nature? Admittedly, he could be, but do you think that such a desire automatically makes him so?
I understand what you mean. I went to the beach yesterday in my Esther Williams swimsuit and big sunhat, so I got some dirty looks from the bikini-clad girls.
Or are you threatened by the way I look?
You know what I think it is? Someone who is different, or calls attention to themselves (though inadvertently) becomes something like public property. Therefore, its okay to give them the finger, bump them on the shoulder, swear at them, and the like. I used to have problems with people touching me when I worked at Fossil (they usually wanted to see if my hair or stocking seams were real.)
Or grab their breasts. That has happened to me.
You know what I think it is? Someone who is different, or calls attention to themselves (though inadvertently) becomes something like public property. Therefore, its okay to give them the finger, bump them on the shoulder, swear at them, and the like. I used to have problems with people touching me when I worked at Fossil (they usually wanted to see if my hair or stocking seams were real.)
It’s funny. I remember as a kid I dressed “retro” or “vintage” out of necessity more than choice. Bottom line is that we were poor. And coming from a single parent household, I received three nice pairs of pants (Two for dress, one pair of jeans) and three shirts every school year. So at a young age I learned how to wash and iron my clothes. If I didn’t take care of my clothes and looked shabby, it was on me. If I got pants, they were usually too big, needed a belt and were usually cuffed. While other kids spent their money on toys, I usually spent it on clothes at what was referred to as “The Polish Department Store” AKA: Goodwill! Because in many ways that’s all the folks in our neighborhood could afford. Then we would be embarrassed and surprised when we ran across neighbors also trying to stretch a buck. Don’t get me started on hand me downs! Oh man! That was better then Christmas! But even when I got older and made my own money, I always seemed to gravitate toward the basic necessities. Cuffed jeans, t-shirt, an old suit vest or blazer, leather jacket. Surprisingly in the early 90’s these became popular. I swear I remember at a party when I met a young lady who said, “Oh my God! You look just like Brandon from 90210!” Hell I didn’t know what that was, I just got back from the service and in spite grew my hair back like before I left. As far as I knew, everyone at the time was trying to be Vanilla Ice. I had no idea what the hell 90210 was, I was just happy to be home and have a young lady interested. Turns out there was a TV show with two yahoos (yeah you remember them) who were making popular a look that for years was scoffed at… Go figure! Of coarse, growing up in Milwaukee, a retro look wasn’t too far of a stretch! There were tons of car clubs and regular Joes who still dressed the same as grandpa did. But it’s funny… what began as a necessity, eventually became something of a badge of honor. So when the Barbies and Kens of today give you a hassle because your lid, skirt or suit doesn’t mesh with today’s “it look”; just remember that anyone can be a clone. Your going the extra distance to do you own thing! It’s who we are, so why be ashamed!
BTW: my last day in my first high school, I intentionally wore my pants inside out, just so I could pick a scrape with the first jag who talked trash…. No one said a word.
Or grab their breasts. That has happened to me.
Forcible touching (by which I am refering to grabbing a stranger in a sexual way) catches the victim off guard and is often very quick. Most victims don't have the time to process what happened and respond. It's very unexpected in a public situation to be sexually grabbed by a stranger. Or if it happens in a situation where you'd never expect it- in a work meeting or in the classroom- it is also unexpected. You are just left standing there.
Or if it happens in a situation where you'd never expect it- in a work meeting or in the classroom- it is also unexpected. You are just left standing there.
Miss sofia said:I agree with C-dot, i used to work in a gelateria in italy years ago, and a few guys thought it was acceptable to grope me when i was serving them. It was so shocking and i felt really violated. (Until i learned superior swiping skills and the 'ooops did i just tip that boiling hot espresso all over you' manoeuvre. It still rankles.