Once in a while, when I'm seated and introduced to someone, I hear this as soon as I stand up:
Oh, really? I hadn't realized even once during my twenty-five years of existence that I was taller than the average woman. Thank you for pointing that out to me. What a revelation! I've only been reminded of my height about a hundred times since fifth grade; I guess it took one hundred and one times for me to fully grasp the concept. I appreciate you for pointing out to me that I'm an anomaly. How wonderful it is that I have someone to remind me of how I used to feel like an outsider as a kid and why I still don't wear heels very often!
I know they don't mean it as an insult, but some things just don't need to be said. Like, what purpose does that serve? Shut your fucking mouth. Or maybe I should just start replying, "Damn you're rude!" but I'm such a nice girl (in real life, not on this blog) so I just smile and ignore it. Hey, at least it's not as bad as the time some guy told me how flat my tits looked in my new shirt. Think it was a pimply-faced middle school boy who said that in a cafeteria for a bunch of laughs? Nope. That I could understand. No, a guy said this when we were in college, at a bar. And he wasn't saying it to be mean. He just made an observation and just felt the need to verbalize it. I'd almost rather he'd said it out of malice, because at least his comment would have had a purpose.
Bottom line, don't let me know:
"DAMN YOU'RE TALL!"
Oh, really? I hadn't realized even once during my twenty-five years of existence that I was taller than the average woman. Thank you for pointing that out to me. What a revelation! I've only been reminded of my height about a hundred times since fifth grade; I guess it took one hundred and one times for me to fully grasp the concept. I appreciate you for pointing out to me that I'm an anomaly. How wonderful it is that I have someone to remind me of how I used to feel like an outsider as a kid and why I still don't wear heels very often!I know they don't mean it as an insult, but some things just don't need to be said. Like, what purpose does that serve? Shut your fucking mouth. Or maybe I should just start replying, "Damn you're rude!" but I'm such a nice girl (in real life, not on this blog) so I just smile and ignore it. Hey, at least it's not as bad as the time some guy told me how flat my tits looked in my new shirt. Think it was a pimply-faced middle school boy who said that in a cafeteria for a bunch of laughs? Nope. That I could understand. No, a guy said this when we were in college, at a bar. And he wasn't saying it to be mean. He just made an observation and just felt the need to verbalize it. I'd almost rather he'd said it out of malice, because at least his comment would have had a purpose.
| I need this t-shirt |
- that I'm tall
- that I'm slim
- that I have small tits
- that my ass isn't big either
- if I'm having a bad hair day
- if I have a zit on my face
- if I look "tired"--a polite way of saying you look like shit/you need to put on makeup
Chances are, I've already looked in the mirror and I already know what's going on up there. Don't be an idiot. Think of something better to mention.
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