“I bet you think you’re cute.”
This coming from a young woman in her late twenties to me because I, a grown-ass woman almost twice her age, beat her to a seat on the subway. I’m sure she only said it because she saw I had earbuds on and likely thought I could not hear her. Wrong.
I. I’m in a bodycon dress where this body is throwing all kinds of conscious attitude, the boots are cute, the mane with it’s deep purple highlights is shining and glorious, the gold mirrored, clear trim sunglasses are fierce and the face is done.
II. A woman does not step out of her home looking the way I looked and don’t know she’s got it going on – no apologies or *bleeps* given.
III. Oh dear Lord, it’s 2016 – catty females still say “she think she cute”? I thought that was as played out as “jive turkey”. So disappointing.
Being called out on cuteness traditionally is supposed to tear a female down. It’s a chastisement. Because heaven forbid she should own her beauty. She should be modest and demur, respond with something along this lines of “Oh no, I don’t think I’m cute”
Pssshht! This is me we’re talking about – addressing someone who is likely ten years the junior of my own children. Modest? Demur? Me?–Never going to happen.
“Let me explain it to you this way – both of my parents brought nothing but beautiful children into this world and I’m an only child.”
She said nothing else to me, but from the murderous look that crossed her face, I think she got the point.
Let’s see how others are getting through this 10th day of the challenge: