Today I was scrolling through my Facebook feed and saw a link posted by Amanda Palmer to an essay, I Don't Care If You Like It by Rebecca Traister. I haven't read something so on point with what I've been thinking and feeling in a long while. Blow for blow every word was just in ringing harmony with my soul.
A couple weekends ago I went out for a night of drinking and flirting and general social interaction, because in a town like this, that's basically all there is to do. So my night ends in someone's garage at probably 3a.m. where I happen upon a friend who has been having a terrible week. I know everyone in this garage, but this girl sort of needed my attention more than anyone else, so I gave it to her. That's not to say that I wasn't aware of the many other conversations around me. One particular drunk guy decided he wanted to ask me a bunch of questions while my friend was also talking to me, so I gave him a nod of acknowledgement and the "wait a fucking minute" finger mostly reserved for idiot children.
He then loudly says to the girl next to him "She thinks she's too good for me!"
Now...he's not wrong. But contextually, he can go fuck himself. I was obviously in the middle of something. and this is not the first time he has done something like this. And it wont be the last time a man thinks he deserves my time. I have just been having a hard time recently with how entitled men think they are to me and probably women in general. What gives them this idea? The idea that they are owed something for nothing? What gives them the idea that because they like me, I have to like them?
What makes them think I care what they think of me?
Obviously you are now thinking, "of course you care, you're ranting about it on your blog," but it's not his opinion of me I care about, it's his shitty reaction. And maybe it's also because I've been getting that reaction a lot lately. A lot of people seem to think I think I'm "too good for them". Well. I do now, you bitchy pre-teen in a 32 year old body.
A couple weekends ago I went out for a night of drinking and flirting and general social interaction, because in a town like this, that's basically all there is to do. So my night ends in someone's garage at probably 3a.m. where I happen upon a friend who has been having a terrible week. I know everyone in this garage, but this girl sort of needed my attention more than anyone else, so I gave it to her. That's not to say that I wasn't aware of the many other conversations around me. One particular drunk guy decided he wanted to ask me a bunch of questions while my friend was also talking to me, so I gave him a nod of acknowledgement and the "wait a fucking minute" finger mostly reserved for idiot children.
He then loudly says to the girl next to him "She thinks she's too good for me!"
Now...he's not wrong. But contextually, he can go fuck himself. I was obviously in the middle of something. and this is not the first time he has done something like this. And it wont be the last time a man thinks he deserves my time. I have just been having a hard time recently with how entitled men think they are to me and probably women in general. What gives them this idea? The idea that they are owed something for nothing? What gives them the idea that because they like me, I have to like them?
What makes them think I care what they think of me?
Obviously you are now thinking, "of course you care, you're ranting about it on your blog," but it's not his opinion of me I care about, it's his shitty reaction. And maybe it's also because I've been getting that reaction a lot lately. A lot of people seem to think I think I'm "too good for them". Well. I do now, you bitchy pre-teen in a 32 year old body.
