Here's an early Monday morning rant...there's nothing that boils my blood more, than a man "pssting" at me. Okay, that...and calling me "mami". Those two will set me off.
Note to man this morning on Queens Blvd: If you think that's a compliment, think again. I don't appreciate being called like a dog...thanks.
Just this weekend, I was getting ready to attend a rehearsal dinner for Kris' cousin's wedding. I threw on a pair of jeans, a black shirt and a frumpy old sweater and sighed as I looked at the mom in the mirror staring back at me. When did I become this woman? What I wouldn't have given in that moment for a "pssst" from that man on the corner at that very moment.
But, I hear ya girlie. When I lived in NYC, it bothered me too. But, you know what? Men in Rochester, N.Y. never do that stuff and so whenever I go down to the city and get some whistles or "hey mami"'s - I flash my brightest smile and thank God that even at almost 35, I still got it!
Posted by: Alicia Nestle | Sep 28, 2009 at 03:54 PM
Hi Ali,
Of course you got it! The woman in the mirror is beautiful...don't forget that! Having said that...I can totally relate to having an "I feel ugly" day. That's when I whip out my favorite pair of jeans and dig out my lip gloss. They somehow make it all better.
As far as piropos, I don't mind them, as long as they're respectful. If a stranger smiles or says "good morning" or like my waiter the other day, who told me I was pretty when I left the restaurant...I either smile back or try to be polite about it. I have no reason to be bitchy. I'll confess it makes me a little uncomfortable, but it's a compliment after all. But the "pssst, psst" just pisses me off! I give those guys the dirtiest looks or I ignore them altogether.
-gloria
Posted by: gloria | Sep 28, 2009 at 09:37 PM