Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Chicken Little
I just got home. I only had to walk four blocks, but it's 11 a.m. and already the sun was cooking the top of my head. I'm tired, I'm dusty and I'm annoyed at the human race. More specifically at one half, (a little less than half actually, so watch it, we have you outnumbered) you know who you are. Due to the macho culture here in Mexico, I just had to put up with about a dozen idiot's remarks and whistles of admiration for me. This isn't even much of a vanity lift, becuase these are guys that would probably screw their own cousin, even if she was fat and ugly. And what's the deal with whistles anyway? Where do they think that's going to get them anyways? One whistle and I'm supposed to hop in their car and fulfill their wildest fantasies? Go look for Fido you twits. At least during my morning walk to school I get kisses blown at me, I guess they're in a more romantic mood. Mind you, they're disgusting sloppy wet kisses, so it's not much of an improvement.
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yep, i know all about that. ive even been told that when walking with a woman on the street in mexico, she should be on the "inside" or it means she's a prostitute. i can only imagine the sinfullness of your ways to be walking unescorted. bleh.
Um, dunno about that one, I was always told it was about protecting the woman from purse snatchers. I've never heard about this prostitute thing, but I imagine that might of been the meaning it had in colonial times or some such. Now I'm tempted to say "Mexico isn't that bad" but were in such an inbetween place that things just get a bit surreal sometimes.
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