so gross

every once in a while something will happen to me or a friend of mine that is so obnoxious and would never happen if we weren't women.

tonight was a perfect example.

i'm sitting here, miserable (at work, a nail was sticking out of the couch in the break-room and scratched my leg so now i think i have to go get a tetanus shot and i'm all crampy from being on the rag) and waiting for the gold medal basketball game to start. then it occurs to me that a slurpee sounds wonderfully refreshing. there's a 7-11 like, three minutes from my house so it should be no problem getting there and back without anything going down, right?

i bring peek with me, get the slurpee, then on my way back i run into a red light. then this car full of clearly intoxicated men pulls up and i'm immediately uncomfortable. because a group full of big tough guys in a car is a bad thing to begin with, but giving them booze just kicks it up a notch. i leave the window rolled down for peek when we go driving, so i hear them start to yell things. "hey baby what's up? wanna party?" yada yada. rude things. obnoxious things. things men like to yell at women, and i have no idea what makes them think it's ok. then they realize peek is there and start screaming and barking at her, trying to get her to react. so i roll up the window, which only prompts them to scream louder. "oh come on baby why you do that? we just wanna talk"... i just scowl and look forward. then it turns into threats... roll down the window! now! we're gonna get your dog... they're just sitting there laughing and fucking falling over each other being fucking disgusting pigs. all the while it's like COME ON YOU PIECE OF SHIT LIGHT TURN GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to have a total thelma and louise moment. you know when the trucker is being all gross and then they blow up his truck? yeah. i wanted to blow up their stupid car.

i know it's this minor thing. but it isn't right. i should be able to go on a quick 7-11 run in my relatively quiet, nice neighborhood without being yelled at by drunken monkeys. this would never have happened if i had had a guy in the car. or if i had been a guy.

yeah, i'm ok. nothing came of it except for my violent daydreams and a moment of anxiety. but it's these minor instances of feeling victimized that women feel and men don't understand that drive me insane. i wish i could flip it around and have these scary oafs be screamed at by even bigger, scarier oafs.


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