That Guy Couldn’t BELIEVE What I Was Showing!

April was a busy month for me, and today was the first time that I could leave the house without having to either go to work, meet someone or get to an appointment. So, naturally, I decided to take a stroll in the sunshine to pick up a missed ingredient for the kielbasa dish I’ll be trying today and a couple of school supplies.

While I was waiting for the walk sign to come in, a guy tapped his horn and gave me the nastiest glare I’ve seen in a while. As he did this, he pointed to the sky, as I’ve seen Christians do on a fairly regular basis as of late.

What? Dude, what’s up with you? The only thing I can think of is that he disapproved of what I was wearing, since I was just standing there.

A woman in a black tanktop with a combined image of Jensen Ackle's and Jared Padaleki's faces, a turquise sweatshirt tied around her hips and blue jeans with a brown bag hanging cross-body from one shoulder.Was he that shocked that I would dare to bare my arms, shoulders and collar bones to the world? SCANDALOUS! Don’t show that picture to your kids, folks. They might start asking uncomfortable questions.

I suppose he could have been trying to warn me about the sun, because it IS shining. Skin cancer is a thing, after all. Being the pasty person I am, I have a greater risk of developing it than others out there.

If that’s the case, thanks for your concern Mr. Cranky Pants, but I put on sunscreen before leaving the house. Don’t you worry, I know how to prevent burns.

The last thing that he could have possibly encouraged that response was a dislike of Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles or Supernatural in general. Hey, to each their own. That tank top was part of a campaign to draw attention to mental health, so yes, I’ll wear it with pride.

I’m more inclined to think it’s some ridiculous judgement about my obviously obscene skin exposure.

In that case, he’s free to believe what he wants. In fact, I won’t be giving a single kernel of this new product I found on the cereal isle shelves today.

A bag of granola called "Crapola" the subtitle is "Colon-ial Times" With a picture of a couple dressed in American colonial costumes.Nossir, I don’t give a crapola* about what you believe.

However, once you start pushing your beliefs on me, the crapola WILL hit the fan. I assure you, it will be a messy affair.

I got quite a few stares today, but I’ve gotten used to those. This guy, in his subtle, cowardly way, was just another reminder of how badly certain people want to police our bodies.

I don’t know if that particular guy does that to men, too, but it’s still an occurrence women all over the world need to deal with constantly.

I’m glad to have reached the point of not letting that crapola get to me anymore. Yes, I write about it when it happens, but once I hit publish, I doubt I’ll think about it unless I get feedback on this entry.

It’s also worth noting that the majority of male drivers I encountered were very kind to this pedestrian. They let me cross at uncontrolled intersections, and the one guy who kept going was nice enough to give me a wave and thankful nod. I may not be able to judge a guy’s motives on sight, but I do appreciate the fact most of them are decent human beings.

It’s just that sizeable minority that can make life frightening, especially for women, girls and anyone else who happens to look feminine.

So, decent guys who encounter women who are afraid of you, take some time to put yourselves in their shoes. We have good reason to be mistrustful and afraid of men who haven’t already earned our trust.

*That cereal is very good. At $4.99 a bag, it’s too expensive to be more than a treat for me, but I’m glad I picked it up today. It’s produced by a family farm out of Ely, MN, so if you see it in groceries or farmer’s markets, give it a try. No, I’m not affiliated with them, other than the fact it was part of today’s lunch.