jenni_xx
09-19-2008, 12:13 PM
Hi
I got on the tube (London Underground) the other day (Tuesday - coming back from a work meeting), and stood at the end of the carriage. Towards the middle of the carriage was a guy, stood near the doors, wearing the most fabulous earrings - long, dangling, silver. He wasn't wearing any other kind of feminine attire, and had a good 4 or 5 days stubble. He just seemed totally oblivious to everyone around him as he listened to his ipod.
So, I figured that I would just stand and observe the people around him, their reactions to seeing him, etc.
Most people didn't even notice - it really does amaze me just how much people are enveloped within their own world and just don't pay attention to anyone else. But one or two did notice, and their reactions intrigued me.
First was a big guy, mid 30s I'd say, who looked up and did a double take - just to make sure what he saw actually registered with his brain. His resulting look wasn't too nice - he frowned, shook his head a little, and then turned away.
Result: No harm done to the guy wearing earrings
Second was a young couple. The girl nudged her boyfriend and gestered with her head towards the guy. Her boyfriend looked up, "clocked" the guy, and smirked. The girl giggled a little. She whispered something to him (obviously didn't know what), and he smirked again. Then they just carried on with their own business.
Result: No harm done to the guy wearing earrings
Third was a young female, who got up to get off the tube at the next stop. She walked right across the guy wearing earrings and didn't even notice them.
Result: Yep, you've guessed it!!!!
Fourth was a guy who got on at the next stop and stood in the same area as the guy wearing earrings. He just stared at the guy for maybe 20 - 30 seconds (quite a long time to stare when you think about it), and then just started looking around at the other people on the carriage and then just stared into space.
Result: Oh yes, same again ;)
Fifth - then, towards the other end of the carriage, I noticed a guy sat down who kept on double glancing towards the earring-wearing guy. His look wasn't too pleasant to be honest. I felt like I could read what he was thinking like a book - loads of negative, bigoted comments running through his mind. But still...
Result... No harm done to the guy wearing earrings.
Then it was time for me to get off the tube.
As I walked home, I just couldn't stop thinking about this. There must have been 40/50 people in our carriage (from the moment I got on to the moment I got off), and I checked out 4 or 5 of them. Nothing untoward happened to the guy, and he himself seemed totally oblivious to anyone else anyway - the kind of attitude which just shouted out "I just don't care what you think". This made me feel incredibily confident and equally as uncaring towards the negative thoughts that complete strangers may well have about me.
And then a thought popped into my head:
If someone feels they have the right to ridicule me for the feminine things I don (be it clothes, jewellry, nails, make-up, shoes whatever), then doesn't that mean that I have just as much right to ridicule them for their fashion sense. If I see a guy walking down the street wearing soveriegn rings across all fingers, or wearing a shell-suit (a big faux-par here in England), then should I snigger under my breath and point fingers towards him? When I see a group of lads all wearing apparel clearly influenced by their favourite pop idol, should I label them freaky sheeps who have no discernable identity of their own? Should I laugh at people who dress in alternatve fashions (emo's, goths, rockers etc)?
No I shouldn't. Because I'm better than that. I respect their right to wear whatever the hell they like. I am in no doubt that everyone has had people comment on people's fashion sense (or snigger behind their backs). Does it stop them expressing who they are? How they want to be perceived? No it doesn't. So, by the same measure, why should it stop me.
Needless to say, later the same day, I put on my longest black skirt, little top, biggest hoop earrings, my high heel boots, and walked down the street in pride. Mind you, it was two in the morning and no one was actually about!!!! lol
I got on the tube (London Underground) the other day (Tuesday - coming back from a work meeting), and stood at the end of the carriage. Towards the middle of the carriage was a guy, stood near the doors, wearing the most fabulous earrings - long, dangling, silver. He wasn't wearing any other kind of feminine attire, and had a good 4 or 5 days stubble. He just seemed totally oblivious to everyone around him as he listened to his ipod.
So, I figured that I would just stand and observe the people around him, their reactions to seeing him, etc.
Most people didn't even notice - it really does amaze me just how much people are enveloped within their own world and just don't pay attention to anyone else. But one or two did notice, and their reactions intrigued me.
First was a big guy, mid 30s I'd say, who looked up and did a double take - just to make sure what he saw actually registered with his brain. His resulting look wasn't too nice - he frowned, shook his head a little, and then turned away.
Result: No harm done to the guy wearing earrings
Second was a young couple. The girl nudged her boyfriend and gestered with her head towards the guy. Her boyfriend looked up, "clocked" the guy, and smirked. The girl giggled a little. She whispered something to him (obviously didn't know what), and he smirked again. Then they just carried on with their own business.
Result: No harm done to the guy wearing earrings
Third was a young female, who got up to get off the tube at the next stop. She walked right across the guy wearing earrings and didn't even notice them.
Result: Yep, you've guessed it!!!!
Fourth was a guy who got on at the next stop and stood in the same area as the guy wearing earrings. He just stared at the guy for maybe 20 - 30 seconds (quite a long time to stare when you think about it), and then just started looking around at the other people on the carriage and then just stared into space.
Result: Oh yes, same again ;)
Fifth - then, towards the other end of the carriage, I noticed a guy sat down who kept on double glancing towards the earring-wearing guy. His look wasn't too pleasant to be honest. I felt like I could read what he was thinking like a book - loads of negative, bigoted comments running through his mind. But still...
Result... No harm done to the guy wearing earrings.
Then it was time for me to get off the tube.
As I walked home, I just couldn't stop thinking about this. There must have been 40/50 people in our carriage (from the moment I got on to the moment I got off), and I checked out 4 or 5 of them. Nothing untoward happened to the guy, and he himself seemed totally oblivious to anyone else anyway - the kind of attitude which just shouted out "I just don't care what you think". This made me feel incredibily confident and equally as uncaring towards the negative thoughts that complete strangers may well have about me.
And then a thought popped into my head:
If someone feels they have the right to ridicule me for the feminine things I don (be it clothes, jewellry, nails, make-up, shoes whatever), then doesn't that mean that I have just as much right to ridicule them for their fashion sense. If I see a guy walking down the street wearing soveriegn rings across all fingers, or wearing a shell-suit (a big faux-par here in England), then should I snigger under my breath and point fingers towards him? When I see a group of lads all wearing apparel clearly influenced by their favourite pop idol, should I label them freaky sheeps who have no discernable identity of their own? Should I laugh at people who dress in alternatve fashions (emo's, goths, rockers etc)?
No I shouldn't. Because I'm better than that. I respect their right to wear whatever the hell they like. I am in no doubt that everyone has had people comment on people's fashion sense (or snigger behind their backs). Does it stop them expressing who they are? How they want to be perceived? No it doesn't. So, by the same measure, why should it stop me.
Needless to say, later the same day, I put on my longest black skirt, little top, biggest hoop earrings, my high heel boots, and walked down the street in pride. Mind you, it was two in the morning and no one was actually about!!!! lol