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Originally Posted by Happy_Fish
Yes I understand the difference, I just disagree that saying "smile" is a skeevy comment. (Unless it's done as it's portrayed in this thread's comics, which maybe is how it works in the real world, I dunno)
If someone told you to do anything.... would you view that as anything other than patronizing? Outside of the whole gender issue and the perception of attractiveness, it's just ****ing weird to tell anyone to do anything in that sort of way.
Hey Joe - laugh!
Hey Marie - you should blink more!
But yes, if some man told me I should smile I would be mildly offended. I get more upset at the dudes in trucks who loop around twice while I'm running to honk and honk some more. But you know, maybe at the end of it all, after getting honked at, whistled at, hit on in very precarious places that highlights your vulnerability - the last thing you need is some man saying, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't look so worried, you should smile!"
That brings me to something else - what utility do men get from cat calls?
Like I'm trying to train up to hike pike's peak so I'll go out with a heavy backpack and just try and find the hilliest terrain I can to walk around on. One day I was walking home to end my walk and this man in a van stopped. I do what I usually do and pretended I didn't see him or hear his yelling at me and kept walking. That's when he decided to pull up again and stop. So, I usually feel like it's this really thin line where I need to be nice enough to not seriously piss the guy off (and incite violence) and protecting myself from that uncomfortable situation. With that in mind, I decided I couldn't reasonably continue ignoring him and I popped out a head phone while continuing to walk and heard, "Hey do you need a ride" to which I responded, "Oh thank you, but I'm fine" and I put my headphone back in. So, then, he decided to pull up and stop again and I decided to ignore him some more but heard him start to curse me and call me a **** and what have you. Luckily I spotted someone across the street walking their dogs with her boyfriend and I felt a lot safer. He then pulled up and stopped yet again before screeching off.
So... what the **** is up with that?