Dirty Men on the Streets of NYC
The main theme behind my blog here was to depict the insanity that my friends and I encounter from the male species on a relatively daily basis while living in New York. You can see from the lack of posts that I've either gotten lazy about writing or that I haven't been encountering much of this insanity. It's a little bit of both.
In trying to write about events that happen in my daily life - these events have to actually occur. And it's not to say that they haven't happened, just not in the extremes as some of my previous postings. But mainly in tidbits here and there.
For example, what is it about New York City delivery guys and their inherent need to comment on every, and any, passing female. And when I say any, I mean ME, after a long hard hour at the gym. That's absurd, there is nothing attractive about me in that condition; sweaty, stinky, wearing the most asexual clothing, and more often than not walking like I just got off a horse from all the aching muscles. There can't be one single asset about me that would create any sort of sexual appetite within a human. So I'm wondering, is it something they teach delivery guys? Like, "Here is your bike and anytime you see a female you have to make some sort of animal noise, grunt, sputter or whistle."
And then there is the most recent one that my best friend told me about. All of us New York City girls know about the guys that just stand on the sidewalk and do any of the following: whistle, pssst!, make other random noises similar to a snake, and the endless requisite inappropriate comments. Well, this happened to my friend yesterday, we'll call her M. And M is a smart girl, so she ignores them. What I don't understand is the backlash; just because a girl doesn't respond, some guys get really upset - I guess they haven't figured out that it might be their own technique. Anyways, so these guys get upset with M because she ignores them and so they start making fun of her toes [Sidebar: I make fun of M's toes incessantly, but I'm her girlfriend and that's allowed. Plus, I've toned it down a bit. And they really aren't bad toes, they just make me giggle for some reason; but really nothing that a stranger should comment about.]! This is how she explained it to me in an email at work (thus a$$, instead of ass), where I proceeded to laugh hysterically at my desk:
"on my walk home from dinner yesterday - a group of scary dudes were making lewd comments about me.
when i didn't react, they started busting on my FEET. it was the meanest/funniest thing ever.
they were like "you got gangly a$$ toes..you freak" and then i started laughing. and then they got pissed. and i walked away faster, with my gangly a$$ toes."
In trying to write about events that happen in my daily life - these events have to actually occur. And it's not to say that they haven't happened, just not in the extremes as some of my previous postings. But mainly in tidbits here and there.
For example, what is it about New York City delivery guys and their inherent need to comment on every, and any, passing female. And when I say any, I mean ME, after a long hard hour at the gym. That's absurd, there is nothing attractive about me in that condition; sweaty, stinky, wearing the most asexual clothing, and more often than not walking like I just got off a horse from all the aching muscles. There can't be one single asset about me that would create any sort of sexual appetite within a human. So I'm wondering, is it something they teach delivery guys? Like, "Here is your bike and anytime you see a female you have to make some sort of animal noise, grunt, sputter or whistle."
And then there is the most recent one that my best friend told me about. All of us New York City girls know about the guys that just stand on the sidewalk and do any of the following: whistle, pssst!, make other random noises similar to a snake, and the endless requisite inappropriate comments. Well, this happened to my friend yesterday, we'll call her M. And M is a smart girl, so she ignores them. What I don't understand is the backlash; just because a girl doesn't respond, some guys get really upset - I guess they haven't figured out that it might be their own technique. Anyways, so these guys get upset with M because she ignores them and so they start making fun of her toes [Sidebar: I make fun of M's toes incessantly, but I'm her girlfriend and that's allowed. Plus, I've toned it down a bit. And they really aren't bad toes, they just make me giggle for some reason; but really nothing that a stranger should comment about.]! This is how she explained it to me in an email at work (thus a$$, instead of ass), where I proceeded to laugh hysterically at my desk:
"on my walk home from dinner yesterday - a group of scary dudes were making lewd comments about me.
when i didn't react, they started busting on my FEET. it was the meanest/funniest thing ever.
they were like "you got gangly a$$ toes..you freak" and then i started laughing. and then they got pissed. and i walked away faster, with my gangly a$$ toes."
Really guys? Has the dating scene been so hard up lately that you hit on the sweaty/stinky ones and if a girl says no you must stoop so low as to crack on a girls toes? It gives me some hope that whatever I do to try and talk up a guy, it can't be nearly asbsurd. Oh well, it definitely makes for good reading material.
posted by psamanta at 12:04 PM
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