Superfluous Baloney
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Highly Important Meeting Notes
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Whistle
Sunday I am walking across the parking lot of the local grocery store with a cart full of shopping bags. I'm feeling quite domestic as I head to my car thinking of all of the tastiness I have purchased, when suddenly my June Cleaver thoughts are interrupted by a whistle. A construction worker working on a catwalk kind of whistle. Ewwwww. Is my first thought. The second is, "WTF??" Why oh why do men do such things? Is it supposed to be some sort of mating call and in accordance with tradition I am to turn around and watch you strut around the barnyard with your feathers on display and scratching the ground with your chicken feet? Shall I scamper right over and coo at you?
What exactly is the point of doing such a thing and what in the hell are you expecting to result from such an act? I know I should probably just chalk it up to compliment, but I have never ever understood the reasoning behind such an act and honestly I find it rude and demeaning. Walking by and saying something like, "You have a great smile." or "I love the color of your hair" would get you a lot further with someone like me. A) It would show that you actually have balls and some confidence and B) it would result in a much more positive reaction from the focus of your attention. Whistling at someone from across a parking lot is tacky and neanderthal and is more likely to get you the evil eye than it is to get you an appreciative glance.
*The picture is actually an advertisement for earplugs. Ha!
