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What the hell is wrong with you people?
Oct. 26th, 2003 07:17 amI'm offended. I did my chauffeur act last night, and was well-received. I still can't believe I taught myself to tie a bow-tie! The tights and velvet tux top ensured that all night I’d be felt up in all directions. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I know how I feel about being felt up all night, squee! It’s just that...nothing changed. I look the same. It’s just lil ol me, in a funny outfit. Why didn’t they feel me up last week? If I revealed more skin I’d understand the shift in attention. I'd probably feel as creeped out now. It makes the attention seem so artificial, to be fawned over because my shirt is more ripply than the day before. I’m all about the shallow attention, but getting attention because my clothes are different makes no sense. I’m the same person. I say the same things. I have the SAME BODY!
This is why I cut off my gorgeous long hair, and why I don’t grow it back. This is why I probably won’t dress up much again. It makes no sense that I’m ‘discovered’ in my club clothes. If this is all it takes to get this kind of attention, then the attention isn’t worth a thing. Again, I understand the signals sent out when you dress provocatively...sigh...of course I do understand it, and it is nice...I’m just...wow maybe I need more than an hour’s sleep. Eh...why should I have more attention based on how I dress? Stupid! Of all the pointless distinctions...
Damnit people I deserve better. Oh, and thank you.
As the scared to drink driver, I remembered that I’m much harsher, more vocally critical, and outright abusive when I’m sober than when I have a little buzz. Most disturbing part of last night: the two skinny blonde girls grinding together on the dance floor to get boy attention were _sisters_. Whoa. That’s just creepy on so many levels.
EDIT - I wasn't annoyed by anyone petting me last night, please note I petted quite a bit myself. I wasn't annoyed with the petting, just that I got more based on how I dressed. I'm exaggerating a bad mood I woke up with, though the line of thought still stands. Please - no apologies, I just take a view and go with it - whether it's 100% accurate or not. This was a rough morning...but I had fun last night. I retain the right to bitch for no reason!
I know how I feel about being felt up all night, squee! It’s just that...nothing changed. I look the same. It’s just lil ol me, in a funny outfit. Why didn’t they feel me up last week? If I revealed more skin I’d understand the shift in attention. I'd probably feel as creeped out now. It makes the attention seem so artificial, to be fawned over because my shirt is more ripply than the day before. I’m all about the shallow attention, but getting attention because my clothes are different makes no sense. I’m the same person. I say the same things. I have the SAME BODY!
This is why I cut off my gorgeous long hair, and why I don’t grow it back. This is why I probably won’t dress up much again. It makes no sense that I’m ‘discovered’ in my club clothes. If this is all it takes to get this kind of attention, then the attention isn’t worth a thing. Again, I understand the signals sent out when you dress provocatively...sigh...of course I do understand it, and it is nice...I’m just...wow maybe I need more than an hour’s sleep. Eh...why should I have more attention based on how I dress? Stupid! Of all the pointless distinctions...
Damnit people I deserve better. Oh, and thank you.
As the scared to drink driver, I remembered that I’m much harsher, more vocally critical, and outright abusive when I’m sober than when I have a little buzz. Most disturbing part of last night: the two skinny blonde girls grinding together on the dance floor to get boy attention were _sisters_. Whoa. That’s just creepy on so many levels.
EDIT - I wasn't annoyed by anyone petting me last night, please note I petted quite a bit myself. I wasn't annoyed with the petting, just that I got more based on how I dressed. I'm exaggerating a bad mood I woke up with, though the line of thought still stands. Please - no apologies, I just take a view and go with it - whether it's 100% accurate or not. This was a rough morning...but I had fun last night. I retain the right to bitch for no reason!
