Cheryl- that's why Goodwill profits dropped that day :) I hope you went through her basket, maybe she had something you needed. Or maybe YOU had something she wanted and when you put it in your basket it ruined her agenda
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Cheryl- that's why Goodwill profits dropped that day :) I hope you went through her basket, maybe she had something you needed. Or maybe YOU had something she wanted and when you put it in your basket it ruined her agenda
I was waiting at the gate in the Spokane airport, in drab. That said, I have a long ponytail, manicured nails and on this day was wearing semi-feminine sandals and jeans. Some middle aged lady came up to me and said "You need to dress different! You look like a woman!" I had my Samsung tablet open, so I switched to the photo gallery, pulled up one of my best pics and said "No maam, right now I look like a long haired hippie freak. In this picture I look like a woman." Her mouth dropped open and she just walked away.
North Carolina is a beautiful place. Lots of beautiful scenery and lots of history. And friendly people as well.Quote:
Originally Posted by I Am Paula
North Carolina is one of my favorite places to visit..
I was in Pittsburg was dressed with make up and had a set of acrylics and a pedi done with red polish at the Nail Hut. When I left I realized that I did not have any polish remover so I went into a CVS Pharmacy. The young girl clerk read me and smiled. There was a man in the store who came up to me and asked "Are you a man or a woman?" I said, "Well, last year I was a man" End of the story
I've had two significant incidents.
The first time, I was shopping, in drab, in a thrift store in downtown Tucson. A young, tall man started following me around the store as I looked at various items. He didn't get close but would appear again and again at the ends of the aisles where I was looking. It would have been clear to him or anyone else watching that I was shopping for women's clothes. I was a little uncomfortable but tried to carry on as if all was normal, and eventually checked out with a couple of pairs of shoes (heels, of course). The man met me as I was leaving the checkout line and started yelling at me, . I just turned my back on him and walked as quickly as possible to my car, about a block away, to make my getaway. Fortunately he gave up and didn't follow very far.
The second time, I was fully dressed and walking out of the salon in a strip mall after my regular nail appointment. It was a Saturday afternoon, bright daylight, and I thought I was looking good and had a pretty new polish job on. A man who was standing in front of a store a door or two down started yelling after me -- "Sir, oh sir, I just want to know why you're dressed like that?" He followed me all the way to my car in the lot and finished up right outside my van and looking in the window as I, again, drove off as quickly as possible.
I doubt either one of them were going to become violent, but you never know, and I admit they both made me nervous. The first one freaked me out more because I was farther from my car and in an unfamiliar city, just doing my tourist shopping thing.
I've also been asked several times by children, while in drab clothes, "are you a man or a woman?" It can be embarrassing and always happens at the worst of times, but it's not threatening, and I credit this to their curiosity and lack of filters. I certainly have a few "tells" even in "him" mode that could leave them confused -- long nails, shaped brows, permanent eyeshadow, visible piercing dimples. So it's kind of expected that I will get that kind of response once in awhile.
- Diane
Diane -- The "Sir, oh sir!" reference rang a bell for me. I was out on one of my regular walking routes when I passed a house where a guy was sitting on his porch and he started up, "Sir! Oh Sir! Hello Sir!" I smiled and waved at him and kept going, meditating on how just a year earlier that might have made me feel mortified instead of making me laugh. Fast forward about a year and I'm out on the same route and the same guy is sitting on his front steps with his cell phone pressed up against his ear, clearly involved in whatever was going on there. As I walked by he just gave a quick glance and distractedly said, "Hi, love." I smiled and waved and kept going. ;) (Edit: I think the lesson here is that people who are concerned about your presentation clearly have too much free time on their hands. When they have problems of their own, they have no time for you. ;) )
My girlfriend (TS) is an entertainer that deals with children a lot. She frequently gets the "are you a boy or a girl?" question. She just says "I was born a boy on the outside and a girl on the inside. Now I'm a girl." Most of them are fine with that answer but some ask why she's a girl now and she tells them "because it makes me happy." And that speaks directly to kids experience -- they understand doing things that make you happy.