Sidewalk Pimpin' Episode 1: You Forgot Your Smile

When I'm walking, I stay alert, keep to myself, and mind my business. I'm just trying to get to my destination. Unfortunately, there are men out there that think I am thirsting for their attention, comments, and filth. Not so, sir. Not so. You can call it sidewalk pimpin', cat callin', or even hootin' and hollerin'. No matter what you call it, it does not and will never work.

I'd like to dedicate a series of posts to all the men out there who don't have home training. This first installment is my reaction to "You forgot your smile", "Don't look so mean", or some annoying variation of these comments.

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First of all, don't tell me what to do. If I'm not smiling, it's because I don't feel like it or I'm thinking about something way more important than making sure I look cheerful for you. Either way, I can assure you that I'm enjoying my womanhood and my existence, but that certainly doesn't mean that I have to be smiling at all times for this to be true.

Second, I'm not here for your entertainment. One friend put it best saying, "I'm not your toy monkey." Sir, what exactly are you doing with your day/week/life? Is it possible that you have something better to do than worry about my pearly whites? Go find a hobby or a toy monkey and let that bring you joy.

Third, you should want to respect me as a person but obviously that logic isn't sinking in. So think about this: I am someone's daughter, sister, niece, and granddaughter and I could be someone's mother. Would you like someone to talk to your mother/wife/girlfriend/sister the way that you're talking to me? If the answer is yes, then you're a monster. If the answer is no, then you're a hypocrite.

And fourth, if you wouldn't talk that smack to a grown man, then please don't bring it my way. I'm not in the mood. Not today. Not ever. The truth is that you are just preying on the fact that I'm polite and most likely smaller than you. Don't get me wrong, I'm not weak. And if you put your hands on me, I'll do my best to make you regret it. But let's not resort to violence, let's keep it classy and civilized. Let's start by you keeping your comments to yourself.