Tits
So I'm on my way to a client lunch, casually dressed in black jeans, sandals, and one of
Walter's old shirts. It's golden-yellow, and has buttons, and is *way* outside my usual black-tee-jacket-and-pants uniform. But it's hot today, the shirt is light, and most of my tees are in the laundry.
On Post street, I get a reminder on why I usually wear high-necked shirts. Walk past two guys leaning on a car, and hear "there's gold in them thar hills!". Turn and look, confused, and am greeted with dual leers. I look back in disbelief, and walk on.
WTF? They're just
breasts, people. You've seen a million of 'em.
I hate that women's bodies are considered public property. I'm too fat? People on the street let me know. I have ample breasts? Don't worry about me going far without hearing about it. Nice hair? Thanks for mentioning it, whoever-you-are.
Now go away.
Posted by Liz at September 22, 2004 06:41 PM