Me: a slender twentysomething wearing a sea-foam/ash-grey t-shirt, a red striped hoodie, jeans, and carrying a bright yellow backpack.
You: a mid to late twenties salesman in a black shirt with a striped tie who I could see texting your friend on bus route 8 yesterday. I believe your words to him were "theres a crazy hot chick behind me on the bus but i dont want to turn around and make it obvious", which I could read over your shoulder. I could read this over your shoulder because I was behind you. The only person behind you in fact.
While I realize my lack of an American Eagle polo may have proven confusing given the rigid gender binary society expects us to follow, I hardly think it was enough to merit a blunder of this proportion. Maybe in the future taking a second glance might not be a bad idea...
People are blind blind blind.
ReplyDeleteEvery time I pick up the phone, people think it is either my mother or my sister. Never me.
Not that it is relevant. But still.
Wearing "women" clothes, talking "women" words, I agree that in this society (-ies) (yours obviously, and especially mine) no one is allowed the joy of falling out the arbitrary dialectic of man's-woman's. Bleh.
Gender bending. Don't let it get to you (cliché, but better than none I guess:).
And red striped hoodie FTW.