I think my breasts must be something fascinating because an Indian man, not much older than I am, who sat beside me in the train to work this morning stared down my chest for 40 minutes.
Imagine that - he spent 40 minutes with his neck arched to his left! Boy, his neck must be aching.
I wonder where he learnt his manners from. Has nobody ever told him that it is incredibly impolite to stare down a woman's cleavage? Does his mother not have breasts?
Never mind if I had glared defiantly at him at certain intervals and we even made eye contact. Obviously he failed to sense my body language and continued marvelling at my mounds.
It is men like him that pisses woman off. You don't ever catch a woman checking out a man's butt or crotch - yes we do that! We are skilled in the fine art of stealth.
I would have loved to snap my fingers in his face and declare for all to hear, "I believe you left your eyeballs in my bra!"
But I bet his retort would be stoopid and something along the lines of "Don't dress like that if you don't want men to stare." That's like saying that a rape victim deserved it cos she wore a skirt and has a hole down south.
Gah! Women are always at the losing end in such situations.
If you think I'd be traumatised enough to start wearing turtlenecks every day, you are wrong.
I INSIST ON WEARING WHATEVER I LIKE!
Women should not have to change their dressing preference just because some men are just too rude. It's the men who have to learn manners or stealth.
Seriously though, how would be the best reaction to a leering man who is sexually harrassing you with his eyes? There should be a guide book to this problem.
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