Friday, December 3, 2010

Shake it

What is the deal with old men, yelling out of their car windows? What sort of pleasure do they get from screaming "Hey baby" or "Oh yea" or my personal favorite, "Nice Curves"?

Today, we had the day off because our office is moving buildings and I decided to go to the gym this morning. Since the temperature is inhumanly cold, I put on under-armor, which happens to be skin tight pants and shirt with my puffy vest. Now, I do understand that my butt has gotten bigger since I moved here, and the under armor does a nice job of showing it off, but in what grade did these men learn that its ok to heckle 22 year old girls on their way to the gym. My butt hasn't gotten bigger as in fatter, just taken on a different shape due to all the walking I do. I am not complaining at all about the look, because personally, my new butt shape fits into my jeans better, but what I am complaining about is the extra attention my butt is getting from all the dirty old men who drive by. It is just not ok. Mostly,I pretend to not listen to them- pretend that my i-pod is too loud or that I just did not hear them, but not today.
Today I decided enough was enough. Today, I turned around to the cab who screamed "Shake it" and gave him an ear full. Not in a mean way, in a way that let him know there is no chance in this life time that me, or someone like me would ever, in a million years, 'shake it' for him. Needless to say, he had nothing to say back to me. Instead, he just stared at me in disbelief. The shock that a girl would defend her butt just was a little too much for his grimy, greasy self to handle. I stared at him for a few seconds with my hand on my hip, waiting for him to say something- but nothing more was said, he just drove away as fast as he cold, like a dog running away with his tail between his legs.

Lets just say that I accomplished 2 things today. I stood up for women and hopefully I scared the gross cab driver from ever screaming out his window again. Although I know that is probably not true- but I like to think it is....

Peace, Love and the new butt,
B


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