Is this, like, a joke?

[hackthis_archive]

Question #1: When did walking by yourself become code/free-for-all for random men to come talk to you?

Question #2: Do men *really* think that driving alongside me in their car and saying they've 'seen me around' is really going in endear them to me?

Question #2a: Do they not understand that 'I've seen you around' rings bad stalkery bells?

Question #2b: Do they really think I'm going to give them my name and number?

Question #3: Why am I always a 'bitch' when I refuse to acknowledge their creepyness?

Question #4: WTF sort of bullshit is this?

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Grrrrr.

[thepouncer.livejournal.com]

Self-absorbed, oblivious idiots is what they are. I'll swipe at them with my claws and if that doesn't work, I'll rip out their throats.

[special-trille.livejournal.com]

Gah. Icky, icky creepiness.

And on an unrelated note:

Do you use windex on your clothes? Because I can see myself in your pants.

[serialkarma.livejournal.com]

Why am I always a 'bitch' when I refuse to acknowledge their creepyness?

this is the kind of thing that makes me want to commit actual violence to people. i will not rant in your journal i will not rant in your journal i will not rant in your journal...

There seems to be a rash of irritating Who The Fuck Do You Think You Are encounters with men lately. the other day I was reading a book in a restaurant and some complete and total stranger walks past my table, takes it *out of my hands* and reads the cover, then asks if it's any good and why I'm reading it. I think my glare told him if he didn't take off right then I was going to beat him about the head with the book, because he left pretty quickly.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Baby, rant away. I am SO fucking tired of this bullshit. I'm leaving work yesterday and this random guy is all 'so did you finish that book you were reading' and I give him this look like 'who THE FUCK are you and why are you talking to me?' It's not arrogance; it's a matter of being invasive. Did I *ask* you to talk to me? Did I wave my book in your face and say I wanted to discuss it? Do you think that I'm suddenly going to give you my number and call you papi chulo?

[serialkarma.livejournal.com]

It's not arrogance; it's a matter of being invasive.

Exactly. And it's not just guys who want to get in your pants. The guy who bugged me looked like someone's grandfather. I'm sure he's actually a very nice man as a general rule. But WTF? What about me makes him think he has a right to come up to me and grab something that doesn't belong to him?

'who THE FUCK are you and why are you talking to me?

People tell me I often have this look on my face. I always wondered why that seemed to be a BAD thing.

[shoewhore.livejournal.com]

I personally like the guys who pull up next to you at a stop light in their 1982 Buick Regal that has expired plates, a muffler that's dragging behind them, and enough rust and corrosion on the body that mice sometimes mistake it for a piece of cheese... However! They have $2,000 rims on the car and a stereo system loud enough to be heard in Siberia.

I especially like it when you happen to look in that direction and they think it's because you're interested and they started asking for your phone number... Which they have to scream over the din of the 10,000 watts of bass coming out of their speakers and then get indignant when you're not willing to offer your digits up.

Yes. Because I like giving my phone numbers to random strangers driving down the street. *boggles*

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I especially like it when you happen to look in that direction and they think it's because you're interested and they started asking for your phone number... Which they have to scream over the din of the 10,000 watts of bass coming out of their speakers and then get indignant when you're not willing to offer your digits up.

Word, dude, just word.

[shoewhore.livejournal.com]

Oh wait! I almost forgot about the mid-life crisis guys! You know... The old, greasy, sweaty looking guys in silk shirts who think they're hip because they're hanging out in a bar with young folks. And they get so blasted drunk, they can barely stand, let alone speak... And after they've spit in your face for 5 minutes (while you're desperately looking for an escape route), telling you how beautiful you are and spinning tails of whisking you off to Hawaii (when in reality, they're probably broker than we are) on exotic vacations, only to be absolutely DUMBFOUNDED when after you've escaped and they see you a few hours later with someone else, they get insulted as though you have just cheated on them or something.

Those guys are fun... Yeah... About as fun as poking myself in the eye repeatedly with dull pencils.

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

uhh, yeah. I got my anger out at LJ last night in a refreshing rant, so thankfully you'll be spared here one here on this particular subject. I'm so fucking tired of being stared at, called out to, walked alongside, begged for my number, called a bitch, etc etc etc that these guys are lucky I don't pack heat.

...wait, was that a rant? Damn.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Dude, if I carried a gun, nobody would be safe. I've decided I want a Sam Jackson, circa Pulp Fiction, icon that says 'Motherfucker, do you not understand? I will shoot you.'

And the thing about all the harassing is that you'd think you'd get used to it, but nope, it never really happens. No matter how immune you think you are, men always seem to find new and invasive ways to be fuckers.

[pennyproud.livejournal.com]

The thing is, you never get used to it because it's supposed to be a reminder that men can access you any time they want, regardless of whether or not you find it flattering. On some level, it is a threat of potential rape. You can never get used to that, can you? I'm not even sure I want to.

And on a lighter note, here: ;)

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I will focus on the nice man with the gun, yis.

[corimari.livejournal.com]

I love when random guys yell (obscene) things and/or catcall at you--because of COURSE that means you are going to immediately rip off all your clothes and have sex with them. I mean, who wouldn't want to, right?????

/sarcasm

Once, we were driving along, minding our own business, when a car full of drunken assholes pulls up next to us and starts yelling at us. When we decided to ignore them, they tailed us for about a mile and threw bottles full of water at the car.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

And they wonder why more women aren't getting married these days.

[sevenall.livejournal.com]

My sympathies.

Me, I love the guys who come up to me and ask where I come from, do I speak 'that language', have I been to see what they refer to as 'my real parents' and why not, because I really should. Makes me want to shag them on the spot.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Men.

[logovo.livejournal.com]

Imagine walking around in Tijuana --- yeah. I was in love with the fantasy of carrying around a big fucking gun.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Some fantasies should be nurtured, you know?

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I really have to dig for memories of when I was remotely interesting to men other than my husband, but I have some classics:

Walking down the street in leftover dancewear, and hearing, "I really like the way your top shows off your boobs."

This one was ethnically unique: at a rest stop in Louisiana, a Cajun man wandered up to me and commented as to how he liked my "Bazooms".

There was the gas station attendant (aside: okay, did that date me at all? Most of you didn't know that actual humans used to come out and pump your gas for you)who was intrigued that I did not shave my legs up to my navel (and yes, this was the seventies, why do you ask?). He expressed the unique opinion that obviously I was some kind of slut who humped gas station attendents at the drop of a ...hat.

Move on to the eighties: a female friend and I in a bar get to listen to the fascinating comment that our "new friend" has a woodie. This interesting fact was delivered at full volume over the new wave band.

I attribute the bad male behaviour on the serious lack of true flirting skills. No one has taught these poor things any better. And it's obviously not a new development (as attributed to Mrs. Emily Longbottom, in A.J. Hall's LoPiverse, where she explains the importance of hat pins).

So take heart; you will treasure these incidents as cocktail party fodder in years to come. Well, maybe more like hen party fodder.

[algernon-mouse.livejournal.com]

Boys are dumb. You should just go write porn, and make us all feel better.

*hugs*

Hope that tomorrow is a little less sucky for you.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Me too. Thanks. *hugs*

[pennyproud.livejournal.com]

Girl I hate that shit. Guys around here aren't even trying for "Hey, I know you!" They just drive by and scream "HOT ASS!"

I have to wonder, has this ever worked? Has any man ever done that to a woman, only to have the woman dreamily turn around, swoon, and shriek, "OMG! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!?!?" and throw themselves at him? I really don't get what the purpose is.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I have to wonder, has this ever worked? Has any man ever done that to a woman, only to have the woman dreamily turn around, swoon, and shriek, "OMG! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!?!?" and throw themselves at him? I really don't get what the purpose is.

*LOL* Word.

[random-flores.livejournal.com]

Eeek.

Can I beat them up for you honey? Men are honestly such major jerks sometimes.

*HUGS*

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

[wyoluvr.livejournal.com]

all excellent questions.

also, #5: Why do random men think that joining in with the conversation you and a friend are having will make them seem cute and sexy and irresistible?

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Oh, dude, seriously.

[shatterglass.livejournal.com]

-hugs-

[sheron]

Or that whistling at you or calling out 'Yo' is unlikely to generate a favourable response?

Question #2a: Do they not understand that 'I've seen you around' rings bad stalkery bells?


lol that's so true.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Yes, because it is every woman's lifelong dream to be addressed as 'yo.'

[epj.livejournal.com]

AMEN! My favorite is when I'm walking along the sidewalk somewhere, minding my own business, and some idiot pulls over to the side of the road and offers me a ride. Especially when they call me "sweetie". It's the most unsettling thing I've experienced.

[ella-macmillan.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't get all that many catcalls. However:
1. Random drunken guy in the French Quarter at about one o'clock in the afternoon said I was growing up pretty. Nice to know he knows I'm not legal.
2. Had a stalker-like guy who kept IMing me (but I went out of town, and when I got back, I blocked him). I have the chat logs. If I felt threatened, I could have him arrested based on the chat logs. But he was more obsessed with knowing a pretty and nice girl than with me. So, after I stopped responding to his e-mails, logging onto AIM, and taking his calls, he just left.

So, yeah. Very good thing I'm bi. Every man I've met has been useless.