So, what is it about guys that makes them think that whistling and shouting is some sort of mating call? Are we [women] supposed to drop everything and swoon when some guy yells "Hey baby, nice ass. ow ow!" When I'm in my sweats walking into the grocery store?
Today, I'm just out enjoying a nice bike ride--seeing as the sun fiiiiinally decided that it wasn't mad at the world anymore--when two men--and I swear one of them had no teeth--whistled at me and then one says to the other (not loud but loud enough for me to hear) "tramp stamp. She got a donk(?) for a white girl." Okay, first of all...WTF. Second, what the f is a donk?! I don't even think I want to know...but seriously?!?! What kind of respectable woman would even respond to that? Ew.
So after all this I'm like whatever and roll my eyes at them and keep on keepin on..enjoying my bike ride :) As I'm riding towards a park a few blocks from my house, I hear freaking grunts and kiss noises coming from some unseen location and again I am thinking..WTF? I look up, and theres three freakin construction workers on the roof of a house on the corner practically falling off the side of the building and drooling onto the sidewalk to see a stinky sweaty red head, more blonde than red now but that is besides the point, in a sports bra and tank top riding her bike. Come on!! It's just gross.
Whatever, I think I've just decided that all men are pigs and that they can't help it, it is passed on from generation to generation and us women will just have to learn to accept it and overcome. And maybe it works for some women. Me? Not-so-much. All you gotta do is say the words "beer" and "pong" and I am yours. Just ask my boyfrenn Ryan. That's how he got me. Sorry boys. I like my men with all their teeth.
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