Monday, June 20, 2005

It Takes Fewer Muscles To Punch You In The Nose Than To Smile

Via Class Maledictorian a link to a post on dealing with street-morons who insist a woman's job is to smile for his benefit:

But while the obvious nature of the Whistlers' and Honkers' motivations renders them laughable, the Mood Oglers' more clandestine tactics are maddening. Their behavior implies that women owe all strangers of the opposite sex a wink and a smile because by virtue of their gender they are mere anesthetized decorative objects whose dispositions and facial expressions should be rightfully dictated by the men who just happen to be looking their way.
Having a stranger command me to smile has long been one of my biggest pet peeves. It's a hard one to explain since it does seem harmless. But the reductionist mentality behind the request - pretty girls should smile, smile pretty girl, smile - does tend to gloss over the fact that, oh, I don't know, I might have my own sh*t to deal with that prevents me from showing off the effectiveness of my Crest WhiteStrips. Also - at least in urban areas, my screw-you facial default is a defense mechanism designed to discourage the other male menace: the undesired conversationalist.

So don't tell me to smile, mister. It's ain't cool.

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