I (heart) New York
I was just walking down the street in Midtown eating a sandwich, when an old man walking in the opposite direction called me a "pig." After previous street-harassment experiences in Midtown (summary: Midtown harassment is less about wanting to have sex with you and more about wanting to be mean to strangers), I didn't want to let it stand, even if this was, presumably, just a guy who hates people who eat on the street, rather than a raging misogynist. So I turned around, caught up to him, and confronted him about it, at which point he denied ever having said it.
Then I got home and a cockroach crawled on my cellphone.
Previous posts on street harassment here, here, and here.
Then I got home and a cockroach crawled on my cellphone.
Previous posts on street harassment here, here, and here.
posted by JenIsFamous at 6/06/2008 01:31:00 PM
4 Comments:
What's scarier strangers calling you pig or the fact that maybe he didn't say anything and you are just losing it.
Now Jen, TRUE ladies do not eat in public.
Ladies eat in the privacy of their own home with ankles crossed, in an A-line dress with their finest pearls, and only consume half the portion of the man of the house.
FOR SHAME, Jen.
For shame...
What sort of sandwich was it? Perhaps the comment was directed towards the contents of your sarnie rather than the devourer of said meal. He may have been a sufferer of some kind of OCD where he had to guess the contents of strangers' portable food stuffs.
You were "pig", the person before you might have been "seafood" and the next may well have been "brie and egg salad". hmmm.
No?
Well, Hover, it was a cheddar, ham, and pear sandwich on cranberry-walnut. If someone called me that on the street, I don't know what I'd do.
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