So yesterday at the fair Honey and I were sitting down taking a break in the nice ice cold breeze where the sun still shined warm enough to keep me from freezing to death and chatted. I guess there were some ladies that walked somewhere behind me or out of my visual area and glared at him or something. I’m not entirely sure but this evoked a question that, instead of laughing off, I tried to answer honestly.
He asked me why women wear tank tops, have their breasts hanging out, decorated in sparkles (I think the tank tops were decorated in sparkles and lots of boob was showing) if they didn’t want you to look at them. Such as, he looked to see what was written in the sparkles on their tank top and got glared at, even though he wasn’t staring, and they covered themselves up. What’s the point of wearing such a top if you don’t want people looking at you?
So I chuckled and said that’s the whole point. You’re looking at someone that has to incite drama so they have a way of going all over-the-top emotional on you or at a later time to one of their friends. Women wear these tops, showing off skin, and then get offended when you look, even if you aren’t gawking and whistling and innocently trying to figure out what the hell their top reads, in order to get angry, glare at you and then make a whole stink out of it right then and there (if they are truly drama whores) or later on to a group of friends so they can be fawned over.
Personally I could care less about the drama. If I want to wear a top that is sexy I don’t wear it so that men will gawk at me, I wear it because it makes me feel good. I like to feel good about myself and wearing something sexy, whether it be a nice set of bra and panties, or a sexy top when I go out that might show a little skin, is for me. It’s because I am feeling absolutely amazing that day and I just want everyone to know how good I feel and what a wonderful mood I’m in. If they happen to gawk, well perhaps their moms didn’t teach them any better.
My funny “Holy shit” moment was when I saw two girls who were dressed trashy in a semi-goth (I shop at Hot Topic) wannabe outfit and .. I don’t know how to describe this. I am really sure they had beer bellies. That’s what it makes me think of. They had their shirts tied up in the back because they got henna tattoos of a pentagram (that’s why the pic above) and they had them (not surprisingly) on their lower back. So I am going to call this the “Wannabe Goth Tramp Stamp”. The tattoos I didn’t give a crap about at all. I wanted to walk over there and cover up their stomachs. Other than their bellies, their figures looked just fine. Their bellies looked like they drank a 6 pack a day. These were not pregnant I’m going to be a mommy bellies, these were saggy and hanging over the belt bellies. It was just in very bad taste for them to be walking around like that. I’m sure it was just so the henna would dry but still… bad taste.
What I truly enjoyed was almost getting run over, repeatedly, by large mexican families at the fair. There were at least three times I ended up separated from Honey and Little Lady, not because I wasn’t walking fast enough, but because god forbid they stop and wait a moment or veer a little to their right in order to walk past me. I’m not talking mom and dad and two or three little kids either. I’m talking mom, dad, teens and friends, little kids and cousins, sisters and/or brothers of the parents. Extended families cutting me off. So I had to STOP and WAIT for anywhere around 7 to 15 people to walk SLOWLY in front of me before I could catch up with them. And it’s kind of hard to yell “Hey, wait up” when they are all talking loudly to each other, yelling at kids, or on their phones.
Anyway. Other than the funny people watching and being cut off we all had a wonderful time at the fair. There are just those who have to be rude in order to think they are superior to others and that’s just fine with me, just don’t get in my face about it, I might just start laughing so hard I cry, which would probably make you think I need to be living in a round rubber room.