It’s not okay… okay? It’s just FREAKING not.
I’m a little edgy this week, I’ll give you that. Today I go see my PCP and I haven’t seen her since I got pissed and started Weight Watchers. I’m down but probably not down as much as she will want and she might just get an ear full on how… you know… Sunday when I did just under 13 miles (at least per my fitbit… map my run thinks it’s more… ) I burned almost twice as many calories as I consumed (Yay 23 points… YAY 752 calories intake…. WOOOHOOO… not… ) and how I’m not certain that this is a sustainable “life style choice” for the long haul.
I’m a little stressed.
So yesterday’s reaction to a situation might be a little skewed. I didn’t THINK it was, but by the comments… and comments to comments… I’m not so certain any more.
And I’m actually enjoying running.
I’m down 30 pounds. I’m kind of enjoying how that feels too.
I run in leggings. I wear either a tank, a technical t-shirt or a technical long sleeved shirt. Running get up tends to not flap in the breeze, it usually fits more on the tighter side. That’s just the way running stuff is.
I have a running skirt that I’ve been really wanting to try out… but I’m not sure how I will feel about running in it any more… not after yesterday.
Yesterday I went for a walk in Public Square at lunch time. I wanted to hit my step goal and that was probably the best way to do it.
As I was walking through, a woman who was out for her lunch time run came past me through the park. She was wearing all black. She had leggings to her ankles. She had a long sleeved technical shirt. She had headsets. She was going at a dead run. I wanted to be her so badly.
A herd of piggies (you know the male chauvinist kind) found it necessary to engage in somewhat questionable cat calling. It wasn’t for her benefit. It wasn’t just a whistle. It was rude.
“Look at them titties bounce”
“Man, that is one fine tight little ass”
I guess maybe I over reacted.
I suppose in the “Merca” we live in today that is perfectly acceptable.
I mean there were only about 30 kids under the age of 8 in the park for the lunch time fun that Cleveland has scheduled this summer. It’s not like they are of an impressionable age, right?
I posted on facebook. I was really pissed about the piggies. It’s NOT alright to treat someone’s daughter/sister/mother this way. It’s just not.
And I got some people (more, I’ll admit, amongst my running group than ‘regular’ facebook) that were as pissed as I was. When you hear stuff like that, it kind of strikes home that you are not always as safe as you would like to think you are when you are out running in a public place in broad daylight with your headsets on.
There aren’t a lot of people around when I run so I’m not apt to hear the comments. But there aren’t a lot of people around when I run… so… yeah.
One woman agreed with me and pointed out (RIGHTLY SO) that in today’s political environment, this kind of talk is not only condoned, it gets you elected president. At which point it was pointed out that… you KNOW… Billy did bad things so it’s perfectly reasonable that it’s okay to say you could grab them by the <you know the rest> and to treat them like less than second class citizens.
Someone from work (who is at Disney as we speak… I’m so jealous) pointed out that… at Disney… there are women who are walking around with furry nether regions sticking out and with shirts cut low enough that nipples are becoming visible (and not during breast feeding) and if it were him with his junk dangling out of his shorts he would be arrested. He’s right. There is a HUGE double standard.
It was pointed out to him that body shaming is never acceptable when he said that he and his wife explained to their LITTLE GIRLS (read… I think maybe 6 and 8) that it’s not a good thing to have your nether regions on display so EVERYONE (including the CTV cameras that live stream Main Street USA) can see if they are natural blondes or not. We aren’t talking about beach attire here. We aren’t talking about being AT the beach. Hello…
People are HORRIBLY offended at the THOUGHT of someone who is trans using the same bathroom as they are using… that someone might SEE something… something on their DAUGHTERS or wives… that they shouldn’t see. Hell, they don’t have to worry about perverts pretending to be trans to sneak in to bathrooms to catch a glimpse… all they have to do is walk through a public place and wait. It will come to the perverts, they don’t have to seek it out.
It’s a double standard.
Monkey Butt thinks I’m a freak of a feminist… and I guess I’m a freak in general so why not as a feminist. I don’t think men and women should be treated differently. I think if a man is arrested for his dangly bits being on public display, then maybe women should have the same experience. That apparently makes me unpopular. Women should be allowed to wear whatever they feel comfortable in wherever they feel comfortable wearing it (or… you know… not wearing it) irrespective of location and audience. I think, if women have chairs and couches in the lady’s room… that men should have them too. I think having locks on every freaking lady’s room door at work (all… every single one) but none on the men’s room doors is also somewhat hypocritical.
And I’m sitting here thinking… you know… I know I can get away with (in my head) wearing things that I haven’t worn in YEARS… shorts for example… leggings… shirts that aren’t as huge as I can find to hide in…
I know I can wear things that are cuter or that fit better.
But if it means that piggies are going to find it acceptable to make comments… am I really ready for those head games?
I know, I know… piggies will be piggies… and piggies are everywhere.
But that doesn’t make it okay.
Love and Light