I must process the stuff that happens into the mental toilet of life as it happens or something. I don’t recall any thing of true insult…
Except one.
I was about 27, riding an up escalator at an upscale department store. Ahead of me was one of the perfume droid lady. Very pretty, very skinny, very fake looking. She was possibly 19 and at the pinnacle of all things high , firm, tight and exceptionally shallow. These women use to scare the living bejeebus’ out of me for some unknown reason. It’s like they are the place for retired Homecoming Queens and Trophy wives to work. Velly scary.
This android gave me a one over that made me all to aware of the fact I was wearing cut of jeans, steel toed boots and a tank top that wasn’t in the best of conditions. I was there, last minute, to buy a present for someone off the registry for the wedding that was the next day. I had just finished mowing ten acres of 10 ft high weeds. I was a grubby looking and I didn’t care. (I’ve always hated that store anyways.)
I wish I could say I said something witty or snotty back to her, but I just ignored her.
Geez, I must not get the same people around that some do. The worst I ever got was some guy on the train one day after I had bought a bag to hold my golf balls in. He asked me if I thought it was going to improve my game. How the hell is a bag going to improve my game?
I of couse have gotten some really bad crap from jerks but I knew them.
Well, here’ s one from me: when I was about 13, I was at the lake on a military base with two friends, both of whom were particularly cute and shapely. I was rather homely at the time myself. Anyway, a couple of young sailors started whistling and cat-calling to our group as we walked along and after trying to ignore them for a minute, I yelled back, “Go away and stop bothering us!” To which they replied, “We’re not talking to you, dog-face, we’re talking to your friends - you’re way too ugly!” The shame and mortification I felt 25 years ago still causes a pang inside me every time I think of it.
I suppose the rudest thing ever said to me… would probably be… some idiot male who walked up to me once and said “Hey, you have big boobs”. Like I didn’t know. :rolleyes:
Another incident: Another male idiot, in my old high school, insisted on calling me “tits” :rolleyes:… unfortunately, I had class with him first thing in the morning, all year. The principal knew, but never said anything. I never raised a big ruckuss over it, since I don’t really care, except when he grabbed me a few times, I made a HUGE ruckuss. Nearly got him fired over it.
Another: My 7th grade year, a friend of mine (we were actually pretty good friends, just not when he was around a certain other boy), nicknamed me “Shaboingboing” :rolleyes:.
Just to say: I’ve never really been teased, these were isolated accounts, I’ve always had a lot of friends who treated my quite well.
While obediently following “society’s” assumptions and ignoring everything about me except my short hair and my height, with a look of wild-eyed fear in their eyes…
"Isn’t this the women’s restroom?"
This is my experience in most public bathrooms.
While I do find it rude, I also find it highly entertaining, especially when they fall all over themselves in embarassment. But the best is when they have the nerve to glare at me once they realize their error…as if I had the nerve to illustrate that are indeed an oblivous idiot, by merely standing in front of them.
Heh, I just found that last bit amusing, considering your nick…
And several people have said how rude it was when a stranger couldn’t tell if they were male or female… well, on at least one occasion, I’ve made that mistake. While I was having a conversation with the person.
Yep. I asked her “So, do you think the guys and girls are going to be sparring together?” “Well, I’m a girl, and I’m against you, so I’d imagine so.”
I was waiting outside a store once for a friend to come out, with my little brother. There was one of those Toys for Tots (or a similar organization) bins outside, and my brother and I walked over to take a look at what was in it. Idle curiosity.
A stranger walked by and said, “Don’t steal anything from there, you kids. Those are for poor children.”
Eesh.
One of my friends has had a lot of trouble at a swapmeet where he works with his grandpa. Whenever he’s in charge of the money, he gets comments like “Are you sure that’s the right change?” and “You aren’t taking anything from that on the sly, are you?” He hates it, so he doesn’t work with the money most of the time.
Also I have been stopped as I’m walking from class to class and said, “I heard you have hearing aids. Let me see them. Why do you need them anyway?” It’s not necessarily their curiosity, which I understand, it’s just that they demand to see them, and can’t figure out why someone would need hearing aids.
About 2 weeks after Id had baby no 3, I bumped into someone who I hadnt seen since I was heavily pregnant. They said ‘Havent you had that baby yet?’ Hormones are a wonderful thing!!
Ive also been stood on the tube for ages when I was about 8 months pregnant, with no hint of an offer of a seat. Its amazing what lengths people will go to not to catch your eye
Not that this matters to how you felt then, I know, but I think Jennifer Grey looked better before the surgery. It’d be like telling Sarah Jessica Parker to get a nose job, and it totally changed the look of her face, ruining any recognition factor.
I usually spent the holidays with my family waiting for my uncle to make his inevitable comment about my weight. This has been going on all my life, even during those times when I was not overweight, just curvy. (How I’d love to be that “fat” again…) Our relationship changed the year he told me I was fat and I informed him that I could diet and lose weight, but he was always going to be a loser asshole. He’s tried making fat comments to me since then, and I’ve generally told him to suck my dick. As I’m female, that comment confuses him for quite a while.
I’ve had more than one person mistake me for the mother of my 24yo friend (and the grandmother of her 6-month-old son). I’m 36. I try to tell myself that it’s because she looks so young.
Just thought of another one, which only happened a couple of weeks ago. I have three daughters, one is blonde with brown eyes, the other two have hair the colour of gold and have blue eyes (i have brown hair and brown eyes, hubby has brown hair, blue eyes…dont really know where the gold colour comes from!) Some old bid comes and says to me ‘so how come youve got ginger children then?’ in the middle of a busy swimming pool changing room. It was perfectly obvious that we were a family, and I was so shocked I just stammered ‘…er…I dont know’.
I wish Id have had the nerve to say something smart, but she was my Nans age, and I just wasn’t bought up that way! :smack:
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