I know. Jesus, is she about to rant again?
When folks, women included, stop saying moronic shit like "those leggings make your ass look fat" or "did you dress like that for me, baby", then I can stop ranting about 30 percent of shit.
Here's the deal, especially for the gentlemen, telling me that I have a fat ass is not a conversation starter. It is why assholes like me and anti socials tend to wear headphones even when the music is not playing. I have to find a way to curve this nervous tick to not smile and demonstrate the mechanics of how high I can wave up my middle finger. Times like these make it painfully hard for me to not call you something profane but...if the shoe fits, it doesn't mean you have to actually wear it. Maybe you can pick it up and put it back down because it's not your style.
Please whisper sweet nothings in my air like "You don't know how to take a compliment." Follow up with another bullshit line insulting my misdiagnosed insecurities because you have a Ph.D in insult master, been certified with the National Bitch Slayer Association. Sure, I'm just another emotional, overly sensitive woman and I should grow some "balls" but you are still an asshole.
Let me tell you why:
So, how does all of this tie into running? You might be saying that this is a blog about running. Well, some women in my running community experience this sort of harassment on regular basis. As a Brooklyn girl, I experience this at least twice a week. I'm not the most curvaceous person who ever graced this earth but I definitely experience it. Some days, I refrain from saying a word, never moving my head anywhere and keep my eyes locked into a forward gaze as I pretend not to hear a word. Some days, the comments are so grotesque that my angry translator goes off. Seldom times, I have some guys who are bold enough to grab my arm to get my attention, which is a clear way to make me want to Chuck Norris roundhouse kick you to the face.
You know, not all of you are intending to be jerks and for this, perhaps I should apologize for name calling. As a person living in America, I am very aware that cultural differences or different upbringing can shape who or what we react to as adults. Thankfully, as mind numbing as reality television can be most times, there's real time discussions happening around the globe about respecting others' personal space. It is no longer whispered. Let the change begin with you. Whilst some of us may never respond to you if it's clear that you're hitting on us, not all of us runners will be a jerk about a respectable compliment.
Latoya Shauntay Snell
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