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dragonlady7I sort of went a bit crazy in Wegman's this morning, with the result that we have plenty of food to eat.
ITEM: M&Ms now come in DARK CHOCOLATE and Wegman's carries them.
That is all.
There was an incident this morning I feel I should share. I drove Z to work so I could have the car, and went grocery shopping on the way home. Prior to leaving the house with him, I got dressed. (Duh.) I put on a bra-included spaghetti-strap v-neck tank top I got from bravissimo.com not long ago. This tank top is slightly too small, and is very, very abbreviated in terms of the coverage it provides to shoulders and bust. I put it on, and said, "Hm, maybe I need a shirt over this," and put one on.
"Nah," said Z, "it's fine."
So I took the shirt off. (It was ninety today, I should mention.)
I went to Wegman's in this tank top. A lot of me was showing, but nothing indecent. I've been more public places wearing less. But it was enough that occasionally my fellow shoppers would glance at me, and either look again or carefully look away. Lots of males looked twice. The rapid redirection of gazes was much more pronounced in general among the male population. Many of the females around me had no reaction whatsoever. A few looked away.
There were a lot of employees moving about the store, stocking things and rearranging and refilling. It's a big store, it was a not terribly busy Wednesday morning. I had a poorly-organized list, and thus wound up flitting from one end of the (very large) store to the other. So I encountered some of the same employees multiple times. One in particular was this little kinda Hispanic-looking dude. He looked surprised the first time he encountered me and my little red tank top. The second time, he looked appreciative. The third time, his eyes actually made it as far as my face, and he grinned and waggled his eyebrows. I smiled back, and went to check out.
I didn't actually intend on making a spectacle of myself, but you know what? If you're wearing a tiny red tank top and have a big double-scoop of vanilla boob showing, you would be absolutely in the wrong to be offended if someone looks. I found nothing offensive in my Wegman's friend's conduct. He didn't say anything. He was just looking. Had we actually spoken, I would probably have been uncomfortable. But as it was, I mean, there they were. I didn't quite mean to show them off like that, but I'm not going to get mad if people look.
So there's my little rant on the conundrum of girls getting mad if you look but getting mad if you don't notice. If they're showing, there's nothing wrong with enjoying the view, as long as you're not rude. But don't act like you're entitled to look. If she's showing off and you enjoy what you see, you should be grateful, pleased, happy-- as you would be to see a piece of art, a rare bird, a beautiful landscape. (Having seen a landscape or a bird or art, and appreciated it, you do not presume upon any rights to it, but certainly are entitled to your ownership of the memory of it.) But please do be aware that she might not quite realize how much is showing, and thus may be uncomfortable if you express your pleasure too directly. It's nothing to be ashamed of, to enjoy a view, but it can be awkward to converse about. So, kids, be polite, appreciative, and enjoy Boob Season; it's all too short in this climate.
So work was work. Oh! One of my coworkers just found out she's going to be a grandma. Her son's getting married next month, and he and his girl have been together a long time. They were told they'd have a lot of trouble having children, what with various medical issues they both have. But she's just found out-- she's pregnant! Just barely, so she won't be showing by the time of the wedding. It's absolutely perfect timing, and my poor coworker is going through so much just plain shit that it's really great to hear something so nice. And you never ever hear about fortuitous accidental pregnancies like that, so I thought I'd share. They were planning on starting to really try to conceive right after the wedding, because they were told they'd have issues with that, so this is just perfect timing. Now, of course, to keep fingers crossed that all goes well.
And then after work, I went roller skating. I am crazy. Also some friends-of-friends are starting up an all-girl roller derby league, and they need members. Now, I can't skate for shit, but...
Queen City Roller Girls
Looks like so much fun.
I went and skated around and watched people just skating, and it was a hoot. And randomly? One of the people there was the girl from the Spars, which is the sausage shop I hit after Wegman's, where I had a nice chat with this girl, who was at this roller thing. How funny!
But anyway. The one girl in charge of it is one of las scooteristas, of whom Z is a member because of Stella. Did I mention Stella's in the shop? Yeah, something bad happened to her carburetor. We suspect gremlins, or possibly a troll.
But, if only I can figure out how the hell to skate, I may well become a Roller Girl. Which would be a riot.
Z is excited because he wanted roller skates before and I said, "you'll never use them," and now I've said he can get them. That's all he really cares about. I figure, if I practice and actually learn how to skate properly, we'll be much more likely to actually skate. So he'll use them, so I'm in favor of him buying them.
ITEM: M&Ms now come in DARK CHOCOLATE and Wegman's carries them.
That is all.
There was an incident this morning I feel I should share. I drove Z to work so I could have the car, and went grocery shopping on the way home. Prior to leaving the house with him, I got dressed. (Duh.) I put on a bra-included spaghetti-strap v-neck tank top I got from bravissimo.com not long ago. This tank top is slightly too small, and is very, very abbreviated in terms of the coverage it provides to shoulders and bust. I put it on, and said, "Hm, maybe I need a shirt over this," and put one on.
"Nah," said Z, "it's fine."
So I took the shirt off. (It was ninety today, I should mention.)
I went to Wegman's in this tank top. A lot of me was showing, but nothing indecent. I've been more public places wearing less. But it was enough that occasionally my fellow shoppers would glance at me, and either look again or carefully look away. Lots of males looked twice. The rapid redirection of gazes was much more pronounced in general among the male population. Many of the females around me had no reaction whatsoever. A few looked away.
There were a lot of employees moving about the store, stocking things and rearranging and refilling. It's a big store, it was a not terribly busy Wednesday morning. I had a poorly-organized list, and thus wound up flitting from one end of the (very large) store to the other. So I encountered some of the same employees multiple times. One in particular was this little kinda Hispanic-looking dude. He looked surprised the first time he encountered me and my little red tank top. The second time, he looked appreciative. The third time, his eyes actually made it as far as my face, and he grinned and waggled his eyebrows. I smiled back, and went to check out.
I didn't actually intend on making a spectacle of myself, but you know what? If you're wearing a tiny red tank top and have a big double-scoop of vanilla boob showing, you would be absolutely in the wrong to be offended if someone looks. I found nothing offensive in my Wegman's friend's conduct. He didn't say anything. He was just looking. Had we actually spoken, I would probably have been uncomfortable. But as it was, I mean, there they were. I didn't quite mean to show them off like that, but I'm not going to get mad if people look.
So there's my little rant on the conundrum of girls getting mad if you look but getting mad if you don't notice. If they're showing, there's nothing wrong with enjoying the view, as long as you're not rude. But don't act like you're entitled to look. If she's showing off and you enjoy what you see, you should be grateful, pleased, happy-- as you would be to see a piece of art, a rare bird, a beautiful landscape. (Having seen a landscape or a bird or art, and appreciated it, you do not presume upon any rights to it, but certainly are entitled to your ownership of the memory of it.) But please do be aware that she might not quite realize how much is showing, and thus may be uncomfortable if you express your pleasure too directly. It's nothing to be ashamed of, to enjoy a view, but it can be awkward to converse about. So, kids, be polite, appreciative, and enjoy Boob Season; it's all too short in this climate.
So work was work. Oh! One of my coworkers just found out she's going to be a grandma. Her son's getting married next month, and he and his girl have been together a long time. They were told they'd have a lot of trouble having children, what with various medical issues they both have. But she's just found out-- she's pregnant! Just barely, so she won't be showing by the time of the wedding. It's absolutely perfect timing, and my poor coworker is going through so much just plain shit that it's really great to hear something so nice. And you never ever hear about fortuitous accidental pregnancies like that, so I thought I'd share. They were planning on starting to really try to conceive right after the wedding, because they were told they'd have issues with that, so this is just perfect timing. Now, of course, to keep fingers crossed that all goes well.
And then after work, I went roller skating. I am crazy. Also some friends-of-friends are starting up an all-girl roller derby league, and they need members. Now, I can't skate for shit, but...
Queen City Roller Girls
Looks like so much fun.
I went and skated around and watched people just skating, and it was a hoot. And randomly? One of the people there was the girl from the Spars, which is the sausage shop I hit after Wegman's, where I had a nice chat with this girl, who was at this roller thing. How funny!
But anyway. The one girl in charge of it is one of las scooteristas, of whom Z is a member because of Stella. Did I mention Stella's in the shop? Yeah, something bad happened to her carburetor. We suspect gremlins, or possibly a troll.
But, if only I can figure out how the hell to skate, I may well become a Roller Girl. Which would be a riot.
Z is excited because he wanted roller skates before and I said, "you'll never use them," and now I've said he can get them. That's all he really cares about. I figure, if I practice and actually learn how to skate properly, we'll be much more likely to actually skate. So he'll use them, so I'm in favor of him buying them.
