Reality bites

I've had one of those days. You know, the kind of day where you wake up and all is fresh and new and you feel good about the world. You open up your inbox and you find inspiration from a site you've subscribed to. You repost the article about finding happiness within on your Facebook because its just so relevant to the journey you've taken and where you're at, and you just want to share that hope with others...

And then you step out your front door and a good dose of your reality hits you fair and square in the face.

I've gotta say that I really don't appreciate being referred to as a "Walking Head Job" by random young adult males as I go about my daily business. It's not a compliment, it doesn't make me feel desirable or sexy. In fact, it's a form of sexual harassment. Isn't that a crime or something? Honestly, the fact that I'm at the height of an adult males crotch is not something I actively think about, not even when I'm standing on a very crowded train. But males being males do think about it apparently...possibly because their thinking is dictated by that little...thing...down there...or so I've read.

How would you feel, ladies, if you were talked about like that? Gentlemen? How would you feel if other men made snide sexual remarks about your wife, girlfriend, sister or daughter. What if other men looked at you and didn't see you as a beautiful, attractive, desirable woman but as a sexual freak?

Not nice to think about, is it?

I think that young males like the one I encountered today don't expect that I'm going to take them on. I think they believe that they're going to get away with their remark and that they will get a good laugh from the mates or girl that they're with. And yes, today he was with his girlfriend...and she laughed too. What's with women not standing up for other women?? Aren't I part of the sisterhood too, or don't I belong there either?

But this brave young man wasn't such a big shot when this little "Walking Head Job" bit back, was he?

Not more than five minutes after he said it I tracked him down and confronted him. 

If ever you refer to me or my daughters as "walking head jobs" again, so help me I'll find where you live and come in and chop it off so that YOU won't be fathering anything!

Not my greatest work, but enough to show him that yes, I heard him and no, I wasn't putting up with that crap.

They really don't know what to do when they're confronted by their victim.

But see, I refuse to be anyone's victim.

So, my post on Facebook today about love and forgiveness and acting in loving ways towards my fellow man may have been a little premature this morning, but I'm not perfect and I'm still a work in progress.

And some people need a bit of a slappin' down once in a while.