It was pretty awesome to be minding my own fuckin' business running benign errands like buying screen to re-screen my slider and to be put in a position where my choices were to stride over to you and start slappin' every one of your guffawin' faces (which, P.S. your Mom, sister, wife or daughter would have totally sanctioned upon discovering your behavior towards some random ass DIY capable chick) or ignoring your crass ass comment.
Today I chose the latter. You may be wont to believe that I chose that course of action because; A) It wasn't any big deal. 2) It was just a joke. Or III) It was a no harm/no foul situation.
Now these were grown ass men. Forties? 50's? Old enough to know that, "I like those titties" (replete with laughter) is lame, rude and as I mentioned earlier, asshole-y. I've always found it vexing how guys, especially ones old enough to, ya know, know better (otherwise known as: older than 5) and those with daughters (/mothers/sisters/grandmothers/wife/et al*) somehow delude themselves into thinking speaking/treating someone else's daughter in a "I like those titties" way is acceptable and appropriate.
In fact, if I were a bettin' chick I'd wager tens of dollars that if any one of those guys heard some other guy(s), "I like those titties"-ing their wife/daughter/sister/etc., as she participated in mundane tasks-- like, getting out of her car, it'd be ass kickin' time.
Today it wasn't.
But only because I displayed a judicial use of good judgment. Not because it wouldn't have been an appropriate reaction. As I told one of my besties, AnonD, "it wasn't a, I had to fight 3 men situation."
Which for those keeping score cards is when and where the line is crossed between a dumbass comment that one may find offensive, and one that no fuckin' bones about it is offensive.
|Yep. Always... WTF, guys?|
Obviously, "I like those tittles" isn't the biggest problem in the world. Hell, it's not even the biggest problem of my day... The point is that considering the possibility of fisticuffs with several dudes, due to that kind of 'everyday' type of comment as the result of pointing out that what they've just done/said is fucked up, shouldn't be a normal part of a (any) skirt's day. ...And look. I'm a big chick. I'm average man height. I'm not one who tends towards being intimidated, or feeling vulnerable to a guy simply because he's a guy. But imagine that if a grown ass girl who's cold cocked a Chicago Po-Po flat on his ass into some bushes feels intimidated and vulnerable, what your 13 year old daughter (who hasn't had a lifetime of similar experience to draw from), or 5'2" sister (who isn't in any position to, even if need be, tussle with a 6' 2" dude) must feel in similar situations? And what her situational 'coping' tactics must be limited to when she knows that speaking up and calling straight up bullshit, bullshit, is never going to be seen as an opportunity to reassess how much of an asshole he/they're bein', and is always going to be taken as an invitation to escalate to a situation.
I wish I were one of those quick with a comeback folks. I'm not. Which is why my options are narrowed to ignore/cause bodily damage (and go to jail). I know violence isn't the answer.
Boys Will Be Boys Things:
- Leaving toilet seat up
- Cultivating toe nails as weapons
- Nut tapping
- Fart amusement
- Differentiating Phillips and ...honestly I don't even fuckin' know, I just call 'em "Twosies" and "Foursies" screwdrivers
- Bets resulting in embarrassing tattoo pay-ups
It's a far less nebulous thing than boys bein' boys.
If you are guilty of "I like those titties"-ing someone -- Stop that shit. Immediately. Seriously.
If you know/have seen/are witnessing guys who "I like those titties" girls/women -- Tell them it's bush league bullshit. Remind them how little they'd appreciate some dude yelling that at their mother. (aka: See sumthin' shitty, say sumthin' shitty.)
If you are looking for alternate ways to address obnoxious assholes insistant on alerting you to their enjoyment of your rack, check out these options:
...These passoutables; (BBG Legal Notification: I, BBG being of sound-ish mind do hereby call dibs on the invention of the word passoutables. Copyright pending.)
...And (what I wish I'd have been quick enough to have retorted myself, and am definitely gonna remember
And now, some P.S.'s...
P.S. The * she's somebody's sister, mother, wife, 3rd cousin 2x removed reasoning for why a guy shouldn't "I like those tittes" girls is actual bullshit. A woman ought to be free from such things because she is a human fuckin' being. Period. End of story.
P.P.S. For the Official Record, I love when guys make their presence known and that they dig what I'm workin' with. I'm a big fan of a man complimenting and/or flirting with me. Big fan. I've had entire days made by a non-asshole-y compliment. Hell, a few weeks back I encountered some random guy who completely busted a move to hold a door open for me and commented on how pretty I looked in my dress. (BBG: "Thank you-- you just became my day-maker!") Now did I catch him takin' a gander at my hooters? Yes. They rarely go unnoticed. The point is at no nanosecond during this unsolicited interaction did I have the urge to hit him. And honestly? "I like those titties"? If a guy who has actually seen 'em says that to me? I'm gonna get very, 'yeeeaaah, baby' real quick. To write this post off as the musings of an overly sensitive prude-y/opposed-to-any-overture chick is erroneous.
P.P.P.S. (...Now I'm just tryin' to set a P.S. world record) What was I wearin'? What the fuck difference does it make? I will say this; I'm not so naïve as to think that clothes don't have the power to predicate how people treat you, they do. Which is exactly why I didn't show up at Lowes sportin' a nippleless bra top and daisy dukes.