Rant

Sigh. Living in Boston has definitely taken getting used to in many ways. The most difficult adjustment for me has been to a few certain breeds of what we will call "street-side verbal admirers." Now I can handle being looked at appraisingly, and I can deal with fairly polite comments made to a friend upon my passing by, but I cannot stand when certain men feel they have the right to shout about my attributes at the top of their lungs, to call me "baby," "momma," "big girl," "booty-blessed," or the worst yet, "bootybootybootybootybooty." As if it wasn't insulting enough already, most of the time, they're using these "terms of endearment" to coax me to drop a quarter in their dunkin' donuts coffee cup. What am I supposed to say? "Well, when you call me sugartits, I just can't refuse. But, um, I assume we're going to have to go over to MY place tonight..." Or, how about: "Oh my God, what do you mean I have a big booty? Is that what I've been sitting on all my life? And there I was thinking that all those chairs were just extra plush and comfortable." Seriously. It pisses me off. Maybe if it didn't happen EVERY TIME I have to walk within a block radius of my school, I wouldn't be so tired of it. And maybe if they didn't start following you down the street late at night, or bitching at you if you refuse them money, or a polite "thanks" for their verbal assault, I wouldn't have to finish my walk home, fantasizing about kicking them in the balls and running the rest of the way home without being stabbed or urinated on. Argh!!!!!!!!! ENOUGH!!!