This angry rant comes from the most horrid walk home from work, that has raised a lot of questions in my mind. To set the scene, I had just got off the tube and was engrossed in my book, so as I made my way along the street home, I was continuing to read. Clearly, I’m being no bother to anyone, I’m not even looking at people. Now, I have just moved house so, it is one straight road that takes me about 15 minutes to bumble along it. The main road I walk down, however today was full of mostly groups of men in work vans trying to make their way home in bumper-to-bumper queues, travelling at 5mph due to the after work 5pm rush. In this time I received five comments, a cat noise and car beep. So, here’s my problem.
Comment number 1.
“Geek!” Some teenagers. I walked past some kids getting off the bus and they genuinely shouted geek at me because I was reading a book. Now, where do I start? This little girl, who followed every word it seems with “bruv” should probably spend more time reading books rather than getting fingered by Gaz, Mike and Daz whilst drinking wkd. Not worth the retaliation as this little fuck stain isn’t going to be going further than the back alley of Cannons Park in life.
Comment number 2.
“I like your hair it’s cool” – Hipster in van. Ok, that was quite nice. I smiled and said “thank you.”
Comment number 3
“I’ve seen better legs on a coffee table” – really fat, gross sweaty man in a fiesta with heroin-ridden looking friend. This over-sized giant creature, slimed over his friend and shouted “oi” first before he delivered this… erm… I guess insult? Now, this one pissed me off. But, I was more pissed off at myself. Because it did upset me. I couldn’t understand why someone I don’t know would want to say horrible things to me. I do have massive insecurities about my body, especially my legs and I hate to say it, but for a minute, I thought that the rank sweaty man had a point. Why did I have my big fat legs on display? But, now that I’m home and I’ve thought about it. Fuck you, you big giant turd blossom. What gives anyone the right to say nasty things to strangers. Especially when you’re so fat your mounds of flesh are rolling out of your car window. I didn’t feel the need to pop my head in his car and tell him I could make a lifetime supply of soap using his fat mounds. Horrible slug!
Comment number 4
Wanna sit on my face, dahling? – topless and toothless scabby boy/man. No!, No-one does. I’m pretty certain, these types of guys think that they are quite charming. Maybe, once some lovely skag head replied with “alright then babe, might be a gammy and knotty down there, but i’ll give it go.” And now he thinks, one day someone is going to take him up on his offer again. Who knows!
Comment number 5
“Eugh, look at her tattoo” – basic bitch with ratty extensions, dark lipliner and bad eyebrows. I don’t know with this one, like, you don’t like my tattoos, I don’t like your giant, black slug-like eyebrows. Again, I managed not to come over to your car and ask you if you’re sponsored by Nike. If I can do it, you can just do it love!
So, why am I writing this in a blog post. I’m a feisty bitch when I want to be so why didn’t I say anything to these people? A couple of days ago I was walking home and a car of guys went past and shouted at me “nice tits” so I stuck my finger up and told them to “fuck off.” They drove off and I thought that was the end of it, but they actually turned around at the round about and kerb crawled next to me the entire walk home shouting things like “do you know who you’re talking to? If you did you’d be on your knees sucking my dick I tell ya” and “I’d fucking rape her for back chatting if she wasn’t so fucking ugly.” Needless to say, it was really scary. I felt safe enough knowing that I was on a main road and nearly home, but it was embarrassing and I felt violated. I am finally a point in my life where I’m ok with my body and the way I look, but the more things like this happen, I take a step back. Wondering if they are right, am I fat? Am I ugly? But, I know these people’s opinion doesn’t matter and they do it for the power and control. And I wont let anyone have power or control over me, especially when you’re a pathetic coward making comments from the safety of your car. What losers!