Sorry I can’t stay and chat with your fine self, but me and my hoomie are heading to a little place I like to call… the dog park. Yep, I know the manager there, he gets me in for free. If you’re a real good girl, maybe I’ll take you some… Where you goin’ baby, I wasn’t finished being smooth!
🎶Rollin’ with the hoomies…🎶
Ah! Been subjected to that kind of harassment so many times, why do guys think it’s a good idea to shout at women on the street? It only makes them look like morons.
Yeah, but I might make an exception for this guy…
Me too.
PS did anybody else flash back to “Hey good lookin’! We’ll be back to pick you up later!” of Mr. Microphone days?
They wouldn’t enjoy making random women uncomfortable if they had enough empathy to realize other men don’t think the way they do.
This is barely related, but I just recently read a book called Cautio Criminalis, written by a Jesuit scholar in Germany in the 1600s about all the ways the witch hunts were going horribly wrong even from a perspective where witch hunts aren’t conceptually a dumb idea. He dedicates the book to those who will not read it, since “those rulers who are concerned enough to read what I have written here…already have what they are supposed to get out of the book.” I imagine that passage being written with a resigned sigh.
I’m slightly confused by your second paragraph, but I thank you with all my heart for your first one. I went from feeling unsafe on a daily basis to feeling invisible and still not fully safe in what felt like a heartbeat. I’m willing to give pupster a pass, but humans with that kind of line, nope, nope, nopity nope.
I very much prefer the post-50 invisibility. It’s a shock when it happens, but also really funny. Gives you a new perspective on men’s limitations.
I’m sorry for confusion. I’ll review what I typed when I sober up some time tomorrow and elaborate if necessary if I remember.
I’ve just been going through my history library to rehome a lot of books. My witch hunt collection was sadly quite large, since it’s still so difficult for historians to understand the whys.
I imagine you’re not plain and plump Georgiana. I, on the other hand, am free to walk the streets un-bothered. Well except for the one carload of guys yelling out “Bet your favorite movie is Beethoven” back when I was young. Being older, gray, and plump does not warrant any remarks at all apparently so yay?
I still remember the first time someone on transit said “Ma’am, would you like my seat”. I’m looking around like, who me???? It can’t be me, so not me. And I was only in my 40s then!!! But yeah, I know the over a certain age invisibility cloak, a little weird but at the same time very liberating.
Exceptionally liberating.
For those of you who don’t mind “language,” I give you this classic, presented by four very smart, very funny ladies:
Aww!! I can’t see it!! Says “not allowed in my country”? 🤔
Too funny! And scarily relatable. Reminds me of that poem “When I am old I will wear purple.”
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/
That doggo’s body language is disturbingly human!
I resemble that remark! 😒
Hey smooth talker, you’re just a playa!! And his pose is kinda weird, almost like a human in a dog suit.
Awww, handsome wolfie. I love the pose, and he’s much smoother than the wolf in the Roger Rabbit film. That one had no shame.