It’s funny how your day can contrast in several different ways.
On one hand, a compliment to one man on his hat turned into a marriage proposal.
The other, a different man (a coworker, even!) turned me into a sexual object.
“Sexy” is perhaps the most degrading word in the English language. honestly. The word in its essence implies that the object being described is an object of lust and only used in sex and sexual desires. I find it repulsive and very offensive if anybody throws that word in my direction.
this happened today:
- coworker: sexy lady!
- me: *ignores*
- cw: mmm sexy lady! how are you doin’ today?
- me: I’m well, and yourself?
- cw: I’m fabulous. Always better when you’re around. and look. at. you! *looks up and down* mmmmm
- me: *walks away*
Now I can feel him looking me over as I walk away and I can’t bring myself to say anything about it except ignore him. I have a hard time causing any kind of contention.
This incident repulsed me and had me on the verge of tears for hours. What did I do to deserve such a selfish act as becoming an object of sex? That’s what it was.
I was objectified.
Beautiful is a word I’d much rather hear.
Nature is beautiful. Language is beautiful. Intelligence is beautiful.
I’d like to be valued for who I am, not what I am. Isn’t that all anybody wants?