So, apparently it’s eff with Zeena week but I didn’t get the memo. That’s truly how I feel, and it’s only Tuesday for goodness sake. Yesterday, I went on a rant about the United States Postal Service and their shenanigans, today I’m going awf on f*ck boys who think it’s cool to harass and degrade women as they drive by.
Case in point
So yesterday I wasn’t able to do my laundry in the comfort of my own apartment. Why, you ask? Because the machines are broken!! Per usual!! Literally took all my little coins!! Okay, no need to panic. There’s a laundry mat a few blocks from my place, which I prefer going to anyway. So I gather my things, bundle up and head on my merry way.
As I’m walking down the street I hear a guy saying something from the window of his car. He starts shouting out his phone number. I tell him that there is no way I could possibly take down a number. I wasn’t interested nor am I available but I find that saying a little something is better than saying nothing at all when it comes to situations like this. It’s sad but true. If you don’t respond, you’ll get hit with the, oh you think you’re too good for me spiel and the taunting seems to be much worse. I’ve actually been called the “B” word, skinny and ugly all because I was not interested in some stupid cat calling. I was carrying several bags by the way, so honestly I couldn’t have been able to take down a number even if I wanted to.
He goes on to say, well give me yours. I tell him I don’t have one, in the hopes that he would just give up but of course not! He then goes on to insult me saying, “You look like you don’t have sh*t! ” then proceeded to drive off! Honey, believe me when I say I gave him thee hardest middle finger I could have possibly given! I’m sorry, but I didn’t know I had to be dressed to the nines to go do my laundry! What, do they have dress codes now? Next thing you know, there’ll be a cover fee at the super market! He really had some nerve!!! I could have made some assumptions about him just based on the fact that he’s a grown man, driving around harassing me at ten am on a week day! Can you say, unemployed??? Probably doesn’t even have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of but wants to come for me??!!
I’m not gonna lie. It hurt because this fool didn’t even know me from a can of paint. I work hard every, damn day, not to mention I’m in school as well. Just because you see me one day dressed in a hoodie and jeans, does not mean I can’t throw my stuff on! I does the darn thing sweetheart, okay? But what gives him the right to say something like that? Maybe he’s used to these little hot thot’s who are impressed when a man does the bare minimum to get their attention, but that’s not my problem. I find it very amusing that one minute he was trying to talk to me, but when I show my lack of interest, I’m everything but a child of God. Men and their foolish pride.
What is really odd is I can guarantee if someone disrespected his mother, sister, daughter or aunt like that, he would’ve had a fit! So why is this okay to do it to another woman? This man, if I can call him one, is an absolute disgrace to his race and gender. He should be absolutely ashamed of himself. There’s so much going on in this world, in this country, thanks to a racist, vagina grabbing president and the best thing he can offer is his bag of insults? I’ll pass.
Mama always said, If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all! He clearly didn’t get that memo either, among other things. Ladies, I know I’m not the only one that’s ever dealt with street harassment! How do you deal when confronted with a situation like this? Do you ignore, take the harassment or fight back with your words? I want to know!
– A Black Girl About Town
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