Comments on: Lessons for Girls, #13: You are not what you wear.

By: Belle

Belle — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 15:06:57 +0000

Ignoring it doesn’t work. I don’t have the problem these days (age being what it is, as well as an over-ripe body), but I’m always horrified when I hear that kind of thing and see the woman just absorb it and keep going. I understand her reluctance to confront a group of men, but damn! T’aint right.

By: Dr. Crazy

Dr. Crazy — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 14:17:28 +0000

I have long fantasized about putting pligrim/indian headgear on my cats, but since they won’t even wear collars, and since they look at me with derision whenever the thought even crosses my mind, I have never tried. Similarly, I have not given them bunny ears for easter, nor have I given them an Uncle Sam hat for fourth of July, though those would be equally awesome (though, they would agree, a crime against nature).

And what you said about how “just ignoring it” as pretty ineffectual by way of responding to this sort of thing.

By: squadratomagico

squadratomagico — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 08:31:45 +0000

I am what I wear pretty often, actually…

By: Historiann

Historiann — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 22:15:28 +0000

As I said–”a crime against nature!”

By: Erica

Erica — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 15:48:10 +0000

That dog-and-cat picture is really, really freakin’ me out for some reason.

By: Lilian Nattel

Lilian Nattel — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 15:07:36 +0000

“Well, pal–this is a concealed-carry state, and I’ve got a blog.”

I just love that and your response. It is awesome.

By: Historiann

Historiann — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 15:06:59 +0000

Funny you should mention Thelma & Louise, Roxie. That movie came out exactly in my Philadelphia woman-on-the-street-abuse years, and I LOVED the scene where they torched that a-hole’s truck! And as I recall, there were a number of audible shrieks and whoops of approval in the darkened theater, tooo.

By: Roxie

Roxie — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 15:00:53 +0000

Thanks for the plug, Historiann, and the exhortation to live. Love you, too, and I’m hanging in there on the whole living thing so far.

Your story about talking back to man-on-the-street assertions of verbal privilege made me wish that Thelma and Louise had had a blog, which would have afforded them satisfactions almost as deep as blowing up trucks with far less damage to property. Of course, I reckon you could say all us feisty fembloggers are sisters, daughters, and pals of T&L, doing their work by other means. Carry on, wimmins. Talk back, indeed!