sometimes…its just hard being a lady

simply put, boys don’t understand what its like to be a woman. ESPECIALLY a woman living in new york.

other than what i’ve heard about jamaica and witnessed first hand in italy, new york is full of men on the prowl.

as a lady, we take on the daily ritual of being whistled at, hissed at, called out to, followed for a block while ignoring the dude who’s trying to holler and won’t stop until you cross the street, you name it.

we deal with comments like:

“heyyy sexxxxxy, where you goin? can i come?”

“mami! i LLLLIKEEE IT I LIIIIIKE! oW!”

“konichiwa sexy”

“ay chinita! ::insert whistle::”

*that will be a day when i hear a man in the hood shout out to me, “hoy pinay! magandang umaga!”

now, some of you may be thinking – that’s not TOO bad. at first, no, its not – it sure as hell boasts my ego no doubt, and there are those few men that come up with more clever ways to grab your attention that i can’t help but laugh and say hello back. however, when you hear this non-stop for a 4 block radius, don’t you think its a bit much? after a while, you feel like you’re walking down a catwalk… in a stripclub.

don’t get it twisted though – i’m not saying i get this greeting allll the time because i’m just so hot the men just HAVE to holler at me – hell no – these men will holler at anything with t&a (and they don’t even have to be big!), they’re just more verbal out here in ny.

while some women love the attention, i, and i know many other ladies i’m sure, just can’t understand WHY we need to just get used to it… or ignore it. its not fair.

the reason i bring this up, is because the bf gets mad at me for asking him to come with me to the corner store or to the chicken spot a few blocks away to pick up some food. he says i can never do anything myself – which is SO not true if anyone knows me at all. the REAL reason i want him to come with me every chance i get, is because, well sometimes… i just need a break from this tootin’ and hollerin! like FOR REAL, can these men just give a girl a break from feeling like we’re on display for once? i figure, that if i’m with a dude, my own bf no less, it would lessen the obscene comments that much more…

but what does the bf do when we go to the chicken spot?

he LEAVES me while i’m at the atm! so now i gotta walk by the damn barbershop to catch up with him 3 buildings down, and of course i get the “ay ay – konichiwa blondie – where you headin?” yadda yadda yadda, plus the knocking on the window to try to get my attention… and did the bf hear any of it? OF COURSE NOT! when i told him what just happened (even after telling him WHY i wanted him to come with me), he said, “well, isn’t that a good thing?” aowiefhapwiefhapwoiefhawpoifhawoeifh!!!! WTF!

i have no energy to argue. i’m hungry. i eat. we leave. we walk by the barbershop and the guys are still there, but instead of hollerin at me this time, they say w’sup to my bf and the bf asks, “what time you guys open? aite coo, thanks” GAH! no words.

men, if you’re reading, please treat women with a bit more respect. you’ll find, that we’ll actually respond to you better.